i am flung into the sky
life burns
body gets breathed
mind rampages over mountain tops
tearing down trees
overturning cars
beating its bloody breast blackblue
in the dream i am wild
savage beautiful
i crush the turning world beneath my heel

puppet dancing in the empty
every tiny
shift of mind
creates movement in the field
an instrument so finely tuned
nothing bouncing back on nothing
exquisite
faithful
beautiful and exact
puppet dancing in the empty

and the fruit ripens
and the fruit ripens
and when the time comes
will it fall ?
or will the tree just let it go ?
i am scared because some
– from fear or love –
rot clinging to the tree

you are the doorway
i step through you
frightened
into light.

Poised
Exquisite
Turning
Useful

Burn.
In every moment burn.
Don’t cling.
Die.
Dance and Die.
Die in this moment.
Die to yourself.

so i got all these birds
crows i’m thinking (rooks my dad says)
beady black careless in the dusk
shrieking out their this and that like it’s fact
they’re circling the airspace above my head
looking for a place to roost
they’re nice enough and black
but i am done with story
with birds with me and even with my dad
it’s time to move beyond
splashy in the puddles
kicking up the empty
dazzling: love