I’ve risen
To the playful echos of
sunrise
I
Count notes of night,
flattened
To make
Room for my perfect
Memory of the sun
Rise
I glow
golden Crisp leather, cracking-jagged,
Cold
I
shine in
All directions
Simply an alter and
An artifact
Still
I am
In my solitude
Under a veil
Of silence and
still
I bath
in the night
In my solitude
I shed
I weep
Salt soaked palms
Learn the art
of dissolving
In the
air
I know
Gentle
I wash
Gentle
I know
I breathe
Earned wisdom massages
My edges
As determined fingers
tendrils honor my scars
I curve as
I moan
I see
Vibrations
Moonlight joins my choir
From Far away
I am honored, I am welcomed
My mundane moans find harmony
In the moons moaning
I hear silent
Mourning
I listen
To the silence made in harmony
I listen
My solo
A veil
A silence
A sound
A silence
Sound
Of salt
My resolve
My voice
Reveals
My edges
Shine
My curves
Smooth
My sediment
Coalescing salt and quarts, colored a cancerous gold.
Bennie and beautiful. An alter too
Myself
She’s risen
The playful sun knowing Only
Rising
Now,
an artifact
Kisses an alter
Pale Amber lips made of sun
Shine
The alter curves
Arcing, bending, curling in the
Moors.
And in the flat.
Where we know silence
Between play
I sing. I bath.
owed. Healed.
I’ve Fallen.