bounce

strings lift her eyelids, wrapping her skin to flip, touching the ground and bouncing up to the sphere, where waters erase land. her body no longer listens to the track or the signs posted, choosing instead to tear in diameters, jumping into fresh creeks to stand in glory of that which shines in volume ahead of the hills. it's radiance breathes for her, gently cutting the strings above her head, and splitting her hemispheres. her dress falls to the ground. the locus releases her blue sparkle and that is when she wakes up. looking around, she sees all is One.


smiling she throws the ball to the kids nearby.

falling

her translucent eyes play with the matter that forms walls of rubber. she walks through stems, reviewing maps of dendrites and rewiring codes for the neurons to speak to each other. the network lifts her dangling toes as she swings in colors mixed in nostalgia. her feathers glide in tears, filling oceans with waves, teasing rocky cliffs to fall to pieces for that moment of meeting before running into the cold. yet even in freezing status, a golden chime holds her hand, placing the sound into her heart of the place her eyes have searched for. its softness has no map. it is a direct connection. a flight over flowing in cascading falls.

light

the current softly breathes,whispering warmth as sparks are cradled in synaptic fusion of blue murmuring. the waves are heard before they reach out for the caress and the loop circles a magnetic field as pebbles kiss the shore. the emission breaks the shell for its natural frequency to fly and dive once more in gentle waters. giggles open the lungs helping the oscillating lines connect, creating universal tempos to beat in the heart. a right angle aligns the sparks with the Conductor, attracting electrons to flow parallel, tuning in with the waves on the radio. its high amplitude breaks the shore, radiating the signal into a vastness of a star.

love sits on the repeat button for it to be your song.

shine

yellow glowing bulbs warm her fingers as she touches the air above her, lighting the playground and clearing the sandboxes for the laughter to be freed. she expands without leaving a shadow, melting in the yellow and sparkling in the stars. the movement of the clock only brings the feeling to wrap blankets of silk around and within her. the spinning silk, slides in and out of the infinity, forming constellations for the fingers to trace in awe.