a row of drips dropping
blowing blowing
feathers over breath
feathers over doom
do you like bubbles?
floating floating
pockets of laughter
pockets of fear
don't fall down flat
stumbling stumbling
feet need to stay
feet need to flee
one day they'll come around
seeing seeing
the precise how it is
of all these feathers
that drip drop slowly down
into gold lead
where are all the alchemists?
