from up there, that drossless

spray waves down gold.

a gentle blindness kept throwing

the heart up like a baby bird.

coming out of the mouth as stifled

bursts of joy.

bridged breaths which beaded

pilgrims clung to sight as.

looking down and seeing valleys

between the ruffles of grasses.

blade to blade...phosphene smatterings.

through the passes of stewing whorls.