Brush across atomic winds;
tracing seeds
of carbon-bright patterns
bound of grace -
- to reach among; within; beneath.
Push slowly as you grapple;
fragments dance,
vibrating at your edge
in oriental whispers
that spiral; orbit; weave.
Touch light into the stream
while waiting -
for skin to warm in currents
of resonances cast
from fingertips once elsewhere.
Ghost-thin markings
left as fragile prints
from the fingers of a life
in motion;
gloriously lost.




- but, if you're fine with being a flower, then narcis away *ok - so it isn't a word. Sue me* 


That has to be a good thing, or at least a good something
- which is something I AM good at 
7 old applause
