she is

floating sinking
gripping breaking
she rises above the canopy

is the canopy

of igneous of quartz
of lava of flesh
the all-encompassing centrifical force

pushing down pulling up
swiveling into swirling away
away into the abyss

disintegrating into chaos
dissolving into calm

she floats she falls
she sinks she sings

she fondles flowers with her tongue
and blows a baby bird from the bloom

"circles are everywhere"
she sings she swoons she croons
"our circles encircle us all"