Concentric circles path
spirals without vanishing points
I come back to me I come back to me
like a mantra
and the same question in the heartbeat
inhale and exhale again
I hear the passing of the air
the void begins to fill
my shadow place
memory betrays
I remember medical records
gone bones
advancing wounds
with the pain of ice
and I require the greenery that glowed
in its simplicity of life
be to give birth without scales
bare flesh and skin
mind of light
and winding in the water
I slipped without past
just present
here and now
unraveled
be free from sweat tissue
lay between heaven and earth
throbbing and at peace.