Movement III: waterform

[Spoken] Knees bent down on the pebbles Just sharp enough to remind me of my body Chest stretched out and over the still late summer river I see my water form Reflecting me back to me My river face A seven sided circularity Little ripples give constant movement to my mirror self Like a million tiny waves live right beneath the surface of my skin Maybe there is a surface tеnsion to my body And I need only press my hands into my flesh until the bonds brеak And send all the living in me Gushing out to be in the world I stare into the eyes of my water form Knees bleeding, hands wet Polygons spilling from my side