Cave dancer

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For Saman Kunan

 

Gagarin of the watery space

I picture a calmness in the subterranean heavens

in beads of oxygen your breaths shot like stars around your stillness

and for a while your whole life fell around you impatient as stalactite dew.

 

Nureyev of the musical chamber

I see your desperate pirouette as breaths dance upwards

This is not your legacy, this is not your honourable death so rest friend.

When they recovered your bloated body, they held you like a glass buddha

 

All the children breathed air made of wood and orient sky fire pulling in night.

They are going to remember you and one of them will sleep for fifteen hours straight