Art by Christian Schloe
I have been down that path
twice before. It has
no more gifts
to offer me.
Within.
I have gardens.
I have oceans.
I have skies.
I walk in dreams.
where not to go?
I string out infinitely.
Nothing will stay me.
I am imprinted upon
the skin of the ether.
can i protect myself
from this crude vulnerability?
Here comes a new gathering—a
portal, unraveling.
Oh, Self-Discovery!
I have body.
I have wings.
My spirit hums,
long-breathing and bold.
this moment
contains every moment
I leap,
brazenly tracing
this new unknown—
un-invisible, my being
painted with
sensation.
