made to grow

formal as the dashing
of dawn on liminal expanses.
drawn up breaths that keep
the chest proud in the light
of all these
eons lost.

i was once a fang
embedded, i was once
the anger heading
with blinded eyes.
the sockets settled,
apneaic anchors
dropped.

where was i
when i
was lost?

--


here.

dormant as the flashing
of storms in hunger, I was
a furious five-part fester of locked passion.
my jest fulfilled its purpose;
my corneae bled like yesterday.

I was once the rest that soon followed
back from the siwaliks. I was once
the guilt guiding stars back
relentless home.
fingers grew delicate,
charges, dropped.

nestled in the womb,
no one asks where to go
from here.

--

reform and crash
in new accelerations with mettle
twisted, twined, and
blossoming. nurture seeds
of arching into new fogs.
you are long standing
with the sunset, and my
fingers tremble at
the echo of your shadow.

once i strummed the sixth
string and was dire to reap
the reverb. once i lumber
out of my own stupor
i might properly
disarm.

wrestling the tomb
i steer the caskets
clear.

--

bring your testimony here -
set ablaze your vague speeds
at my feet. crawl into truth
the way we have known to be.
while we reborne ourselves
from the wounded rags of our skins,

find our disarming flight to the end of this,
speak my lyrical songstress to life,
sing my funeral song through my sobbing hernia.

set the carnations down;
watch our touch tremble on new mahogany.