We correspond:
filaments of Indra's electronic net,
widgets of impulse,
peace offerings rise in question marks
I swap lies, dreams, labor
to take shape
with you. By the time you see this,
I'm dispersing yet
every word casts shadows

and, here we are, these words,
systole and diastole, speaking.

Some in flex, focus,
bore through detritus, beam to an envisioned
target. To one clear, purifying shine. Plan.
Draw the line.

Some sing release
in tongues of solitary child's play
days long, free of memories,
each a sweet
vacation by a pond
on a sunlit, sagging, watercolor dock
I listen to my feet and leap

when we are in love
we flow with no freeze whatever,
flowers bloom in spring barrels,
their petals cool our eyes
until the effort to paint pictures begins

religious devotion;
quiet search to bare
a nexus, trust
we can sustain
an Aboriginal walkabout
dream quest agape
within the pulse, exertion and repose,
reciprocal,
touch; speak; find
us, real again.