just so

I am the rain you hear 
between your heartbeats,
as the feather floating above
reeds, of time
I fly

with hands infinitesimal
I stroke the hairs
on the nape of your neck
to considerable highs

within mucus and membranes
I interweave,
sweeping specks
of lightning off my back

so, I am
still

all and nothing
a sum of wear
and the 'O' in one