I think
you may like
what you try
when the voice of listening
quiets
Runic
Bubbles adhere
so there is no inner
boundary between them
approximately crystalline
Does that help your mind understand your body?
There’s a brain part like a wig
and then a cloud
for thinking
or a blimp for speech
mysteries
that hovered
so long here
waiting for you
to make your way beneath it
Run and hide now
If the shadow
doesn’t follow
it is because
you’ve always
been the shadow
It’s only your feet
on the ground
that get stepped on
Just reading your poem now. Turns out I dipped into the “mystery” today too!