Opal lamps reveal faded
    shatter of blue
        moon; basking in
            touch dreams; below
                questioning hearts
                    glow with opal kiss.

Word choked clutch
    of yes; sorry china needs
        tides & music & filters;
            three becomes two becomes
                soft blue words of warm.

The ascension of green
    ferns into throaty
        tendrils of possibly
            whom; tomorrow blankets
                icy stars; shadows
                        crash and dance
                            in the new year.

Spiral lives like onions
each layer holding tears
until all layers become one.

The collapse into singularity
follows an irregular pattern
like the impossible bumblebee emerging
from a fractal snowflake.

Across turbulent oceans
the listening serpent
once heavy with death
sheds his skin.

Two souls adrift in chaos
like hermit crabs
each new nautilus shell
a beginning and a forgetting
no matter how distant, still
strange attractors.