*twisted argent drops clinging to a wet ringing of bells singing,




        — except that this minimal, delicate noise is amplified beyond sound; 




I imagine the clear sound of water drops falling into a otherwise silent pool 



I blossomed from the dark, reaching out for strips of blue moonlight,

twisting around my body, divining a path down to the water.



*I tremble, I tremble all over, I weigh, I swing,

Each swing is a leap and each leap is a puncture of time,

pushing forward pushing back, accelerating a moment



*... a pause.