Vista

I am brimming: the sun dances in each of my waves wind and breeze circle the earth hand in hand, all of me hands. The sky dances in my depths. They are not blood, the circles on my breast they are open buds of eglantine red, red in a row: set upon my blue Ferris wheel. I am brimming: it is not the sound of gunfire it is not a volley it is the loud song of my breaths, this melody: now that your clear waterfall pours down into me now: eternal. Now: and now: they make kites from the black pages of the calendar they drive the kites toward the light, your hidden hands. Now: you are! with the eternal dawn in the heart of the planet. All mouth — a pool: with my lips, O tall mountain, I drink your waterfall beneath the rainbow roof of the universe over our restless mingling...