Tumble

I let up a moment
Let it squirm away from firm feet
It breathes with me
A healthy practice, i always thought
A thought fraught as of late

But es fate

The hands look at me
Incredulous
The whole body
Incredulous
Or is it the me?
And i'm the imposition of myself
On the spirit
Or the spirit on the mind?
That soggy static surrounding soul
that cynical Satan screeching"no"

But so es so

Toes top up to tip
Body tips
And tips top to take a turn
And turn
And turn
And feet feel high
head dips below
A wring-out of woe
Reshuffling the flow

But es for the moment