The world is leaking circles.
Again—It never stopped.
At dawn you find yourself filling with juice
and your flesh will have to expand.
It’s tight in there.
So deliciously tight it hurts with pleasure.
The edges want to feel the kiss of the wind
and be eaten by the winged ones.
This is the order of things: Death. Sun. Juice. Circle. Life.
That is a story for the mind.
First fruit whispers: Start where you are
Stretch into the circle
the Big Juice is trying to be through you.
That is a story for the soul.