i flow like liquid from places i've been
sometimes as nectar
sometimes as sewage
i float briefly like a lump of coal
surfing the surface of running magma
light as a moth and just as flammable
i fly like particles from places i've been
sometimes as ash
sometimes as smoke
i swirl and ascend like fleeing angels
tumbling upward in raging emotion
light as thought and just as fragile
i try to hold this fabric together
my time, my space, my breath
and will to wake when morning comes
(2006)
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