LUNG COORDINATE

 

coiling wires between the buddha and light

between the body and the mind linking lost

sinking into a capsule of sound called childhood

memories of tuning a radio quietly in the dark

the bottles accumulate empty of the mindless

soaking in the symphony of a body encapsulating

experience alongside daily awakenings

contained in this fractal point calling itself I

a capsule of the time treading and breath

where music meets water touching down

crisp into ripples along a body of only one thought