melting

I will sit here

in this space

while my heart comes down

from the knowledge

that I am only a part

of this fabric

another thread in the colourful quilt

that has poured out of the void

there is only the quilt that keeps us all warm

from within we hold each other close

we are all flavours

in the wild soup

speaking out nonsense

as we pull out each other’s hairs

losing them again

in the one bed of grass

we cannot separate ourselves

from the mother’s chord

yet we amuse ourselves

by scheming of how we will ever

join the master show