Leg-wrapped and anxious, she flies with swirls. She touches and presses,
she blows; senseless seams of sky.
Give her wide and distance the passage. Marking next, filling holes and
Patterns of light and the mystique of rhythm; images left, but replaced tomorrow.
Graceful and thoughtful, she swirls in beat, in wings of collection.
Quiet – senseless seams of sky that in dark, are filled to the beat.