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.
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