JFDR 2016 White Sun

Vague ripples reach my ear, circles in air water both still and flowing from one water to another a ripple meets a ripple, chaotic glimpses of something she said were memories, that became songs, that became ripples. A circle in a circle in a circle. I paint them in words in head but luck you get vague ripples talking tongues on thick wood. Cannot catch light from magic bulb. Let shine must let shine on you crystal sound. She is seethrough rock. She is wander star heavy light.