Bitter anger and confusion like vinegar won't stop love from flowing. They are both liquid coursing together through the great channels carved by passion. When dammed, these too overflow. I must, somehow, create culverts and new places to go.
Swelling water Pours heaviness of limbs To the swallow of sleep. Rain-water fingertips Dampen the sheets, Moisten cigarette papers. A tobacco spire Breaks the clouds of my teeth, Announcing holy fog In respiration. The sun drowns at 4pm In a pool of deadened leaves Choking bubbles of light Through eternal perspiration of winter. Liquid abyss soothes the sky. I rain until morning.
The little children stand squished together in a tight enclosed space Straight uniform But... squirmy Unable to be completely still
A solid phase
Then, they start to squirm some more as their boredom takes over wriggle shake some start coming off the tightly knit shape More and more lose and open spaces Until its a shapeless mass of kids Each with ample space
Then they get tired of standing around Some start playing tag Running about leaving wandering Dispersed Until finally, ... The once tightly knit figure is simply a few random kids zooming around here and there
The kids were molecules going from a solid to a liquid to a gas phase as energy was being added by the way in case you didn't get it.
at night I dip my feet into a dream, run my fingers through its cool, liquid song I feel nothing, see everything as it seeps into my skin, flows through my veins, cuts into my bones, opens up my heart, healing my wounds