rising from the bottom of this sea
is the bubble of my next breath
contorting itself into smaller beads
of possibilities,
rising to meet the plane of release
beyond the glimmering surface.
in angelic exodus, blood leaks
from my heart to fill
the lonely corridors
of this vessel. 

my thoughts stir like static,
white noise channeling the great beyond,
with no form to settle into.
the mirrors lie.
no hominid can contain this.
there is much more behind my eyes
than there is
in front of them.

Catch the water dripping down
Like beads of glass, so small and round 
And as the sun comes out to shine
You'll see kaleidoscopes defined

Colors made anew each day
They're more than words can ever say
The lives we paint inside our heads
Will find some rest upon their beds

Sleep in dark to find the light 
Then use the day as wings for flight
Every moment leads to this
The seconds gone but not amiss  

How the dreamers build a world
For all who breathe to be unfurled 
Lungs release the filtered air 
And wake the souls with perfect care

among the trees 
to grow the one 
inside of me