Everyone is seeing up above and beyond
seer's dreaming up all the visions.
Not one ounce of pure sight is left.
All real estate taken upstream
by the flesh saturating west
from an eastern shore I can see people
but spreading over across the wilds of our barren country's heart lies the way to anima
engrave it on your lover's palm
a love whispered prayer
no snarky remarks that injure or condem
love to no avail
keep your blackened bird smothered under breath
sole mutterings till your death begins again
but this beautiful bird only visible to wonderkind
lovely creatures in their own rite
spring forward to offer her life
they are her saviors
and paper children flowered in the wind
I dreamed I killed a whale, rode its hide to the other side of the ocean to find the tortoise lover
she was covered in worries, not of her own
but those accumulated from the tide
barnacles clasped to her body
centuries ago she learned to fly and through the water she found more of her wonderkind
lovers and friends
new family myths beginning again
inside of her like embryonic imprints upon her womb
a matrix child, mother in making spirits light
only when her dark horse arrived to take her home would she rejoice
for tired and worn were her soles
this empress knight, fighting her way home through all bodies
running upstream
No valley could contain the sounds of glass she made underfoot
her fingerprints washed off her hands
she belonged to no country, she belonged to no man.
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