Begin to build the palace of God in your heart
That you your liver may not burn
As the ivory cow to sacrifice
That the locust may not fly
And till your brain with crimes
That the sweetness of your heart
cling to the ladder of your spine
The rushing ALL
Fill the chasm of your head
With thousand layers of silence
from tween clenched teeth
Music arise like turquoise tide
My sextant…dead for three days
the barren wood…my listless loss
The woods been petrified
The ram froze mid leap
I had my lunch by the gallows
I had grilled cheese and figs
The slaved and hated were dragged past on a sleigh
I wrote profound words upon seeing a little boys face in the ground
On a ceiling shingle then cast it into the lake
The geese are hibernating beneath the lake
And then moon came out
And then suns moon and Jupiter with all her moons
And then arms of two were severed
And then arms of two were shackled
And then shoes of the babes were sorted
And then minds of the old distorted
I smell all the things of age
Like wax and earth and shed hairs
Is that time so long ago?
Motion back only a second past
Why must we be pulled together?
The first words
you breathed into my hair
reverberating through pools of pale sunrise.
My fingers traced a spiral
on your chest.
Perhaps it is the nature of all things
equal and opposite
to unite
like magnets.
And so it is
that your charge turns positive
through my negative space;
and the mere tug of a drawstring
will make the universe
come undone.
