curious typing

spring open
and up into the air
the back and forth of steps
continuation and climbing
rolling over over over
in a tunnel of dirt
standing up enjoying that dusty layer of realness
I float on through to the other side
up mountains and into clouds
and circling like the gentle flutter of a butterfly. The constant buzz of a fly.
the wings moving forward
each creature a different ride
an experience subtly different
each space being taken up by only you in that form
and movement creating wind
creating more movement
and so on.
the ripples
they expand
and touch everything in their path
on and on
it goes