THE WEAVE:

Vesta spells aloud, to hypnotize

herSelves. She enter Flow-

state, in the class V

rapids…

Looking.  Looking,
looking, but not
expecting Anything.

Slaking the moment
for the current it is.
Remembering, remembering...

Feeling the early
Sun blanket the corpus.
Watching the pale

yellow, warm to pink.
Behind your eyelids, he rises,
in each blink.

Looking.  Looking,
looking, but not
expecting Anything.