Grateful for the Sun I close my eyes against it, Breath in my belly A painful Expansion. The cavernous crack Bleu at the center Shudders and stabs Within every Pulse. I enter it. Eyes closed Hands outstretched Tentatively exploring Blind Without my navigator. North and South The walls are smooth (if tender) Entry a clean Cut. Exit the same. Blade sharp Hand sure, The beryl-blue set Of your cauterizing jaw Staunched the Blessing of bleed out. But the East Oh, The East Here in the East, The palisades of Your God's country Hang in grisly Shards Rent by the Raven You wrestled that night On the black-wet walk Home Away from me. Here in the East, The corax is cornered Cawing incessantly Rending unceasingly, Wings beating blue 'Gainst the barbs of the Cage You Con struct ed For us all. And the West? The West My Holy West Stretches Beneath my distended (once beautiful) Fingers, Tips afire as they Crawl across that half Forgotten Sea of land, Finally falling into Santa Rosa's Blue Hole of Enchantment Where the jellyfish Bob Weightless Translucent Floating in Indigo Dying Slowly Of their own Poison.