Then, when I was no longer bound
the human body, I float dust
in the wind. I live my baby smiles
lip, perhaps space
I dive into the black hole.
Will I find another world?
It is a human life so
delicate fragile than
the smallest wolf flying dragons.
Even my my words
sometimes grows, it familiar
rocking cadence.
Light, agile is a flight of words.
I am a woman in a secluded,
and at times casual.
