Under bathwater
rushing pulse
heartbeat
ringing like a wineglass
the singing of cilial cells

I enter bath because:
I can not relax

I exit bath because:
I can not relax

the foundation
"always because"

always consequence

here I am
because:

all the choices
were not choices
depends on the reader, hey

but like gravity
I have fallen

and think
"now I am still"

but where was I then?

in bed, smaller, so much smaller,
though I never felt like growing
now I feel no fall

then I heard my heart beat
pulse
in my ears
and could not sleep
for the noise
and fear of stopping

do we hear, can we will
we hear our own silence?

 enough to name it?

  that ringing in the ears
 
   like the crickets sing

   winter
 winter
winter

love!