We sink our prehensile toes into earth and heads will clear like green light. Folded inside the lines on our faces a wondrous darkness is seeding. When toads leap by the water spicket they are grand and selfless as eagles. Our velvet fingers distinguish each rain drop. All our senses spew memories into the sky.
Existence throws itself up constantly in the void and comes down again, slippery as a newborn babe.