within the skin
of mothwings and words
i unfold the contours of this colour
burning inside the lips of this language embracing
the oceanic wave of physical entanglement
still dripping down the spine of mystery
folding into the intricate origami of innocence being
birthed again
upon the planet
we swing ourselves
into the winds of discovery and misunderstanding

dancing on rooftops of skies bleeding into
the music of growing and never knowing
exactly
what is going on
in the palms of our hands
fingering laughter's strings and
embossed dreams
coming alive inside the eyes of a sunset and rise
inside

the spark of inspiration draws outlines
of innovation
facepainting the stars glittering upon the lips

of who we are

and who we are sharing

with ourselves.

untangled and immersed
deeply embedded and free

a distant galaxy

right here in the mirror

of you and of me ...

blinking inside the irirs,
the contours,
the colours of

everybody   ...