Catlike and circuitous.
Cautious incorporation.
Silence is the kiss of a cocoon.
The Soul unsheathes.
Somewhere, between liquid light,
Filtering through shade and slating,
I rise and stretch from beneath the sediment of skin.
I defy the thread of bone and tendon.
I seep through openings undeterred.
Somewhere, in the midst of this terminal slumber
I am the dream deferred.
