the way
the voice
bounces on clouds
attuned
to the way of
the dance of
Oh!
am i wrong to speak of her?
i’ve been made to wonder
more times than i’d like to count
but the moments free from
self–
self–deviation
what lightness.
for my orientation
to the world
is my orientation
to myself
and this poverty that we’ve
ground ourselves into
in the names of gods we do not name
in the names of gods we deny
as they do their work of displacing
the mind from its good
the body from its mind
the heart from its body
the ground from its sky
the sea from its surface
relish in uncertainty
when it holds you
within its hull
the air is your sea
so speak what you breathe
and oh what you’ll find near
