Listen for the
rise of a wave,
stream flows
silently
to depths beneath.
We live
most
in our minds;
where
your words
do not answer
to mine,
and what eyes
have been denied,
we imagine
better
than they
have seen.
Sat in standing pool,
unsure of three depths below.
Leaping through waves.
Upward turns gaze,
floor of seven parts above.
Where flying things go.