life
attention is a poorly divisible resource
but there's generally a discussion
before the black weight on my legs moves
when I need to go to the bathroom
menus are a nightmare of choice
identifying what my desire actually is
there are always more tendrils
entangled, wound, boundweed
one day I will cry again
the tears back up, scream inside
but cannot yet flow
Life is movement, connection, flow
celebration of embodiment
and music
and rhythm
and life
above below is light joining crossing
borders lines lifting supporting worlds
enfolding life all life everywhere
the sun and moon shine together
reflecting joy and being and sorrow
and always always love