Descriptions make the world underwater, the light goes a little sideways as it crosses the threshing clarity, sunk as deep as a pleasure you forgot you buried ten thousand intrigues under me, defying your impulse to fly to the bottom of matter, for that gravity; shan't your idealisms lead to the top of the fountain, where do the droplets go when they crest the edge of their potential, only now waiting for the evaporation to take them to the excitement home in the sky, a prayer that repeats itself, relax in your body because you know not what you are.