Cinquain Chain: Links #5 & #6 (NaPoWriMo 2016)

(Link #5 of a poetry exchange between Natalie and myself. Making a chain of cinquains 
[a Cinq-chain?] in an effort to "un-chain our muses.") 

(It seems appropriate to show the whole chain thus far, so I have included Natalie's
deliciously dark Links, #'s 1,3&4.  Which is what the link above, umm, links 2--er, to...)

Around
what dead thing are
the vultures circling?
There is always a corpse somewhere
nearby.

Nearby,
there are blossoms
breathing in the dark night.
Why is the air so empty in
our dreams?

Our dreams
where we descend
with stones in our pockets
like Virginia into the dark
water —

water
which bears the weight
and weeps to consume us
and delivers our bodies back
to land.

To land
in a place such
as this, to fall like bombs
into an abyss.  Sky becomes
water.

Water
waits for what falls.
The bones of thoughts lie half-
remembered, settling, eaten
by time.

...keepin' the Po in NaPoWriMo...