Curled up,infolding,like akoruquietlywaitingfor justthe rightmomentto unfurl. Fetal,curvedand bowed,withphantomlimbsguardingnewbeginningsforming,through thewake ofa slipstreamalreadygone by. Incubating,soothinga myriadof fears,concealedbeneathcountlessdistractions,maskingthe abidingwhisper to surrenderand turntowardschange. Slowlyunfolding,until the cracksso carefullygilded,to formyet anotherbedof roses,splitwide open,revealinga luminous,molten,everflowingriverof liquidgold.