I sing of a well,
walls rippling,
coursing with sediment.
It's velvet opening,
hot, wet streams.
I dream of a well
I can crawl back into
that never stops giving
her waters to me.
Someplace to sleep
between worms
and her blue saucer ceiling
Warm.
Curled inward.
Upward.
Gazing through her satellite
at her watery beams.
