i am mortal
yearning for rest
like a wounded
animal
a resident
in a house
burning to
ashes
sick & shivering
with fears &
pain.
i am tethered to
this body i
love & the
earthly seasons &
the silence in
side my human
bones.
gently, i ac
cept this rotting
frame this sleepless
agony.
i cannot es
cape the tears of my
undoing
& surrender to the
loving anguish &
the holy
dark.
last night, i stepped
beyond my nakedness &
gazed into the mirror
of my closed
eyes.
faceless figure
formed of powdered
stars
galaxies
of endless
wonder.
this is who i
am, without a face or
name
these are the islands of
light of which my
heart is
made.
living or dead
i shall irresistibly
bloom in
spring.