Day divided into meters.

The world is darkened,

So my life is a thing of life.

I work as a wife.

The dry river enmeshes with my daughter’s birth day.

My body goes to sleep,

my mind enters,

deep integration.

Sinking cloud

hovering over the mudslide.

See my plastic body

construct bridges.

Look through my chest

and see the omnipotent azure stone.

Grind corn.

Grind your hips.

Get to the tangled root of everything.