We are sea creatures. We are fruit
suspended. We are cones and curves
connected with flushing fibers.
We are glowing globes, gleefully
round, peppered with delight, dancing
over sticks and beneath balloons.
We trail laughter, lumens, tapers
and tentacles, fronds and fingers.
We swim in incandescence split
with mirth, divided into songs
both deep and long, both bright and light.
We scintillate, shimmer, and sigh.