feels good like a new person string of paint curves around the perimeter like a halo selenite, aurea soleil hunting for the light in the moon to peak into my room through the crevices in my window with bravado crescendo into my ears burning the drums into my soul, through my soul and deflating my ego body rotating and turning in and aligning riding waves on a black monsoon to swallow my ankles forcing me down its throat and I let go my grip air of cut morphing and gripping the tufts of fur and grass toes curling smiles multiplying on a face deep breaths and expansive ribs shutting lids gasping as harps play in my ear flowing out of my ears onto my tongue