the sun is down.
the sun is out.
the universe is in chaos.
planets spin beyond their orbits,
stars collide.
the big bang bangs.
the universe looms without light.
approaching, retreating.
the straight and narrow U-turn.
all the cars crash, diving into the intersections with caution and carelessness.
hold my arm and
touch the global metaphor; there is some reason to be here that I cannot locate.
there is a longing that sets fire to my bones.
and the back of my skin slides down, resigned.
it feels at first like that shimmering emptiness ,then it is
hot and centrifugal, spewing vagrancies into thin air.
feel the dirt strike my body,
the crumple of my dress when I'm thrown by the trajectory of beauty
becoming .
behold, the sting of art as it escapes from the sealed jar of sameness.
there is terror in the reckoning.
there is redemption from those long, hard seasons.
horses, run from your gate
and tear the earth open with your hooves,
so that we may hear the depth of her
sweet soul singing.
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