there is something about the sprinkler…
that moving liquid force field
melting all that goes before it…
there is something vaguely hi-tech about
the precise individual streams of water
like an arched web of laser beams
i always saw the sheet of water
as portal to be passed through
into another fantastic world
the electric tingle of matter displacement
as water slices through skin
of all the countless worlds i slipped into and back,
how can i know that i ended up where i started off?
