Inside your memory, hidden

 

seeds of time,

    gathering

          blue water-

                contourless,

                   shapeless

my milk, death, body-

           gone

slipping inside

            the flame,

       the mystery.

and you,

       a cabin

reminding me

      where bottles

are hidden-

full of 

fuzz

   wires

your brass voice,

         laughing,

   finally.