And this brilliant light hits us and we’re cured.
Our ragged chapters, disintegrate
Bend like shadows and forked silhouettes
Our bodies integrate as would a forest:
Scaled down first and then torched,
Its skeletal system removed,
The matrix of our leaves, singed down
Through sacred floor.
An atom splits and un-ends a portal,
I look across the vastness and toss my feet there.
Tiptoeing, I quit wandering. Release my shell on a sandy grave,
shove away time, what’s leftover, in a jar.
In the center of this tunnel,
fluid edges & staggering wholeness
collapse, gaping & whispering
about the end.
A redemptive quiet stalks the moon.
Our blueprints, spoiled.
We grow ourselves over.