The art of writhing

writhing

that whole body movement

somewhat hypnotic

short of frenzy

a ganglia

expressing serpentine

in a scurry of roundabouts

waves and recessions

tethered

to a blizzard’s invisible source

yet unknown

from in the ‘within’

there is an uncomplicated uncoiling

beaconed beyond shakes or quivers

long forms

dimension-less and striding

precipitous sinuous tai chi

towards trickledown

like a body

churning to turn a phrase

pronouncing in a whole body

foreign tongue

the self in dialogue

without translation

directly conveyant

over discomfort’s mum

a meddlesome

of juices sloshing around

squirms in support of skeleton

yet loyalty

as a stretch is to a dog

hidden voices

amidst a choir of issuances

the taking out

of inward wrinkles and folds

exposing the motherboard

towards the aha of sky

having storytellers come forth

with inward bursting images

all frenetic as tremors disclosed

but seeping

slowly evaporative motions

yet quenching

tissue feeding tissue

of no mind

senses secreting

with no audience

nor self as bystander

giving way in time

access to axial

it all comes down

glaciers to mist

mountains to sand

traumas to breath release

small spaces towards enormity

dark densities turn golden

then liquid

to white light

the art of writhing

without canvass in return