In my hair the folding air climbs and sings sound
Swanlike In the curves of my skin
And the seas speech frames many tongues of eyes bringing gold crosses
Emblazoned in the latticed roof of pine needles perforated ahead
A carousel of colors crawl through my brain
A natural electric stream
With cold, with cold surrounding
Undulating never into old
The forests of rainbows roll with
Singsong eyes the iced cream skies
call long into the arms of the ocean
Into the body of them
My body then embodied therein