Splashing water.
White bubbles touch the ground,
Spin a cobweb on her forehead.
Her body has five extensions,
Spiders have more.
Stone formations have covered her eyes with cracks and drought.
The tongue waits for some drops of rain.
As the mists move up to the mountains,
her body will be dismembered
and spread into the far galaxy.
The stars know this story.
It’s been repeated all over.
It has started,
It has ended,
and its tail is an open arrow.
Still curious,
Forgetting what it learns.
Spreading,
Growing,
Learning,
Shrinking,
Then, some mists will follow.