soluble I want to
fizz, bubble, spin
no longer my disc golden be
mass more sea than no
tide fighting instead rotating
air bubbles seeping tumbling
ceilings to I am like rising
rising electric guitar atmospherics Petit Sekou
to and my rise spindle until my belly
face up to sun disk, like offering, I tide
tide salient dissolve to sky
whole god I reflect I cry
golden sunset on this
no more man than
sea no one see
my weight
in tears my primordials
birthed in me, that lover
caged me
Charles Snyder 