a choir naked of angels

a choir naked of angels



oh, I’ve died in a jungle before

my throat slayed open

like a birthing canal in reverse,

undoing one act of creation with another

movement of becoming

correcting perceptional imbalance…

I’ve left parched from a body

aspirating the last sanded breath

that releases death from fear in the arid

unruly desert, baked under

I’ve drank my lungweight in ocean water

to sink below the depths

where the whales patiently, diffidently

watch me rejoin the food chain


and always…

I creep up the God Vine

like contradictory, homesick rain

returning to the clouds


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