i was floating upwards
inwards
onward to the new
white spaces.
beneath our permanence
lives a carved scream
filled with my anxiety
they named a
'woman'.
i am still composing
you under our snake
leaves and over
the distracting
decomposition of the
bristles we spread;
you still welcomed
us with open
Earth
Water
Wind
Fire
Air
breath...
that woman
deserves
more than
us.
