Iceskating A pause, reverse, then break, twirl Above the fish in clearest ponds Heartbeats ring out chordal spinal over air there In the echo is all of us- everyone- Like the fish trying to burst out of their watery trap Human blood is also trying to crash out of bodies against the ice Bomber planes rocket above in the upper clouds The reflections lazily roll by And eventually it all fades to a big windy passage Of falling leaves, minnows in murky puddles, caves Of dark icicles under the moon The whole human race bubbling like water faucets In the frigid memory tubules And down comes an entire galaxy of snow And the ice skaters prouncing thru the flower fields Are satisfied just to be similar to flying trees Cuz that's what what the sky sees: humans as flying trees, oh yeah (In the brightest of light but with no eyes at all Can't see, can't see, anything) And the realtor who sells office buildings pirouettes Just glad to be alive And the members of the women's CPA club hold hands Just glad to be alive The corporate managers just fall on their asses so glad to be alive The young doctors clap hands with glee just glad to be alive