FLUIDITY settled in
as a state of BEING.
its constant shifts
the only permanent
REMAINING.
as all restrictions fell.
all the songs sung
all the poems written
standing still amidst the storm
STILL MOVED
in the rhythm
of heart beats
in SYNCHRONICITY.
most profound letting go
in SACRED SPACES.
OH DEAR.
it was like
+ just couldn’t
how had this
+ all the other stuff