I want to lay
against the milky denim of the sky
before I settle carefully
over the edges of the buildings
before I melt to flow along
the streets and spill my waters
into the park lands
and green places.
I'll flow along the tracks
and take the electricity
into me, give it back
into the peoples and they,
full knowing totally oblivious
will move to the song I sing,
dance with the abandon of determination
and speak their languages,
blowing breath back up
to the heavens
where I'll return to rest
and suck it into my mouth.
