with a muted stern-side sun coming up
to hide them
the snails read out an umm grafted
whisper on cue
a spin down belly atrium its vortices
invariant
but diamond by external knot and air thru
the ears
picks them up their minds lost in a
discolored cave
eyes hunted by their own brightness by
a thorough sun
let her ghosts spend nights out at sea
picking up
spherical waves gathering local sympathy
and refuse
to fold nights off a rain moment or
circulate so
close to my fingertips that i can swat them on the table
or drag them along the ground red worms
under the fingernail of a window
"He was thus inflicted six times. Finally, he made up his mind to overcome all obstacles and attain arahatship even if he were to die. So, without relaxing he continued to practise diligently [...] at the point of death he attained arahatship" (godhika sutta)
