innumerable as a Seurat blue,
the points to life range
the span of time
like petals sinking into a pool.
your face is a mandala, therefore,
each moment of you
a grain i spilled on the floor.
time raised you up like a welt
and i slipped into its repentance.
time raised you up like a leaf
airborne without precedent.
your face is a mandala, therefore,
each moment of you
a grain i spilled on the floor.