January slow tempo,
Tempest clouds brought the glimpse,  rise of heaven and rhythm of hemisphere.
Wind of words beneath the sky, like this.
Retrace stars at night and winds demand of a bright day has gathered the year, we entombed in earth.
Clouds are facing the sun and through the tranquil light.
Down into the deep sea sleeps, so, split surge.
Seaweed overturns bodies inevitable rest darkened air of aimless deep.
Stereo bodies open the heavens door that breathes upon, is born.