Originally published in Visual Verse
A heartbeat survives on country side.
Blue, white, yellow,
remnants of coruscant horizon.
This body is a cascade,
a disseminating pool of drenching sweat and madness
of farmers, of countrymen.
Sunlight glows in abundance
Forms a sheath of radiance over the vast fields.
It takes a thought to dream,
a single touch to subdue,
and to fall in lover's arms.
I sleep and wake up and sleep again.
I bow to Sun and kiss Moon all day.
I rise and I fall,
in repetition and routine.
A slow and steady waterfall dwells inside my curvature of skin and flesh,
in my crimson blood and veins,
a fountain of evolution.