Against the backdrop of hideous entropic dreams
I stretch my limbs to meet measurable truth
Then drop to my knees for the translation of unambiguous beauty
Against the hypnotic green-screen of planned movement
There is a cell deep revolution of spontaneity breaking open
I will bend my rigid soul with your reeds into the pools
If you show me your light shining on the paralyzed dark
I will bend towards it as boneless as a ghost
I will bend to exquisite love without hesitation, every time.
Every time.