Balloons as a base

We,
moist bubbles from the sea,

we didn’t help each other to breathe
this cast off element.

We rose,
bubbles on the moist membrane
of other bubbles.

We skate on the wind in
likely(unlikely?)unlikely

juxtapositions

break from the foam

see what we have become:

We see things
inside other things
in endless chains of attachment

until reason bogs down
and things grow rotten
and rotten and rotten.

Things are softened,
smoothed into larger forms.

We fall
inside another fall

.
 

this, a strange fungus
gripped the surface
and squirmed its way into being
at a certain distance
from burning things,
an instantiated object.