Disfiguring The Goddess I Feel
Plumes haze my footfalls
Ancient exhalation, exhausted and new
Dust cakes my extremities
Hungry for salt, sweat, testimonies of life
A thin veneer matte with earth
Skin buried, powdered with mire
Warm with loam
Ragged breath and quiet, quiet
Shunpike carved from concrete
Familiar cabala
Isolated in the crisp wild, I feel the three
Eyesight failing
Knowledge sizzles through my veins
I feel, I feel, I feel
The heavens will not yield
The atmosphere will not split
Electric blue sizzles the horizon
The three melt into air
Breathe, breathe with equanimity