people are showing up people are showing up people
this recurrency crosses our dizzy
hazy
lazy
long portrait lines

we're here
as for the thunder and lightning
and little rocks little broken sparkling their grey grey water
well we couldn't care less
and we couldn't wave more distantly
our silver spines

we've cleared our skins out
of all steady links
put them along a tree
oh so delicately delivered
into the ground

we breathe now and then on the branches
to stir our appearance
and the outside keeps seeing
the earth going absently still

round
and round.