If By Thoughts Alone

The wind moves us Even if accidentally or unwillingly I love a great slab of life along with an extended slake of thirst I love that there is an intense need to curl into a shell When others spell out life by computer chips I am the antediluvian agency I occasionally get mobile via bivalves Or tricuspid consistency Only Due to my mammalian genetics As I watch the kinetic possibilities of moss Determined as a scientist with fingers made of air Now the trees sing in a special aria I love your face It's ridiculous with all its perfections And You simper At the thought of this Which makes you even more free and worn comfortably Around the edges I join in when possible Landscapes reheat me to the core Love Watts Geothermal and Kernels of the 5th dimension