staining

our liquid skin, our dreamhead,
the eaten thing,
mortar mix it liquid seeps it eats it eats it
wants wings through air skims holds and hugs the ball of
dripping sense of sense and skipping record
needles, flowing grasses, swims-sinks-rises clouded
holding, hugs our skins as katamari mired chrysalis of jitters

crystallizing syrup on the counter only sticks with
hands upon the sun shines through the sheer and holds
the forms in place before
it goes it steps and slips and slips into the day,