keeping open the slot in the wall
the wind cuts a sharp knife on reality
right through the crest of my shallowed hands
under the skin of my shell these bones ache for something more
real
they say this is it
this world the truth we are living in this level of depth
the best we can do
I no longer live in a body where any of this matters
this alone allows me a freedom
to explode a sky that’s been beckoning to us since the beginning
and somehow now I am here to watch its lights ignite
in my hands