curved, curvy in the pose
foot risen
bent in them bones
wet in layers
wet in sweat
drizzled
making the small world
bigger than bed

sitting, sleeping in the chair
a sleepy day
closing like eyelids
creating ripples
making waves
a fiddle
making the small world
little less brittle

close, closer than breath
nothing to see
breathing in dreams
heavy-handed
heavy as the planet
excited
to see the small world
getting tired

silent, silence pouring over
glueing ears shut
swimming in sea
of four-leafed clovers
four lean mes
vanishing
to see the small world
from inside out