TEALEAVES ALL ASWIRL
richard perkins
There is no hiding in temples.
Sleep is in China, an echo
Arriving another day.
Green dragons
Burrow into my secret files.
Cloud sharks
Will not stop frowning.
Amplified,
Everything begins to decline.
Kites fall from the sky,
The North Star
Is a pinpoint of chaos,
Blinking a step
In the proof
To rest my eyes.
Depleted,
I remember breathing water
For nine months-
Back to the synthetic amnion.
In a bathtub filled with cold water,
A weak fuchsia is being made-
I am a submerged teabag
Slowly seeping,
Losing my flavor.