Laying in bed
With my head by the window
I slip from my mind in a nocturne...

Plinking along golden streams and pearls
Consisting of tinsil and solid gold
Consisting of yellow petals and glitter glue,
Til my spirit gave a drop
Of blue.

I can be the yoni, who are you
I can be the pools of purple, navy trees and deep black breath
Of Everything, opening up
Reforming then,
As you.

So sing into my body,
I'll be back in a few!

With answers that dance
In a cancerous soup...

And I'll placate my palate
With your gems
In my teeth.