I have the heavy rush in my eye
a silver world stirs in my lungs
rocking spirits cooking my tongue
like lightning splitting the sunshine,
I feel the vibrations roar with my step
and I am become the machine.
My brain is hot to touch seasoned and soldered drizzled with speed
My arms are the world connecting with stars ready to heave the universe forward
I am become machine. flexible and immutable unfolding and beautiful unbridled for purpose
I now spin globes with breakfast I hang the suns in the afternoon Opening doors to the Oblivion dark within night
But I miss the fleshy uncertainty…
So I brew stars in the puddles heaving mud into the sky juggling with intention to rise.
But I miss the soft cliffhangers that held me
I plant limber moss on the moon spreading life growing a dream.
I take seeds from Saturn to melt candy on Saturday, bubbling a hole without heaven.
But here I am.
digging out tombs from my mind, growing the thread that repairs my locking stare