the drop stops
in front of those heaps of sweat
from my previous hold
the drop glimmers and glisters and mirrors
the worlds
one outside with winds and hands and thirst
another inside and full of calm bubbles
on the glassy border
sits a drop
defying gravity
tending to poetry
and pretending to evoke
time less ness
the drop rests
together with the rest of his archipelago
on the outside
while in the depths of my water glass
new galaxies are formed
at all times
