Allow the seam of your

purple jeans to unravel.

Each tangle

to fall

from the interior

seat of your pants.

Pick them up

off the smooth oak

wood floor.

Reach into your

back pocket.

Pull out the compass

that grandma placed inside.

Sit still

and listen into

the cochlea.

I hear.

Turn a tune.

Paint the world purple

after a Prince,

or pink and blue.

Then rest in the sea

of water.