Anchor furled fronds, slow cling release,
Sifting magnetic curls infiltrate earth-binding thirst,
Satiating smooth passages, open space for a blinking moment that still seeks dawn.
Cloven bits bereft between evenly spaced trees like dreams, release seed, their last tether torn, surrender to one tiny hope of enduring.
Turtle mouths tickle the air from a felled floating tree, as you meld once more effervescence in fractal lung branches, still drifting among the worlds, riding the universe into ever-expanding swirls of persevering pearls.