The line between her heaven and earth;
wine-red sky arches above
As the sun rises
holy warmth washing over the land
To see the velvet of the earth;
its shrubs,
the soft pad of an infants feet and hands;
a supple underbelly.
And from that point on the horizon
branching out do the sun's arms,
White fingertips grazing to lighten that which is below.
Baring the walls of the sky, the clouds,
As she smiles

They say there must be God

for no creation is without a creator

I'd like to believe it

But when I feel the sun spreading through my skin,

The Egyptian Geese harking in the still morning air,

Chatting, buzzing freely

The belief falters.

My work is not bound by me,

It jumps at me and away and does as it pleases

The millipede curls from my smooth nail tip;

sometimes it doesn't.

Sometimes I'm moved by what I don't see

and then I start to believe

But that kickback from within,

alien, but me

makes me believe my own way

I know what I write;

how I do,

When the chasm opens up underneath me again;

Familiar,

I know

And my head bashes against the dirt at its deepest;

Freezing,

it is

Pulling my head and me up, glancing upwards through tear filled lenses and lashes;

I see my sky,

one I know well,

From looking for hope;

For avoiding the truth;

For holding my tongue,

And wasting my youth

A face like the mountain:

Divots and jagged pores to explore

with fingertips that conform.

Cheeks like ruptured soil

to fill with the Sun's starting tears

Tree branches that span he brow bone;

their rough whiskers take home there.

Lids with the wrinkles of the years;

crows perch on either side,

claws dug deep for purchase

The world weathers the flesh off the bones;

Cavernous sockets form.

Tan grass flutters in the wind from rocky homes,

And I, your carrier pigeon,

Spread you -- your word -- for new seeds to grow

Maybe I was born to sleep in a half-full bed

'No one remembers the fallen fruits. The ones whose juices seep into the dirt, forming liquid roots that desperately hold onto the present'

Wounded, it lays

Panting, it prays

to a god she doesn't believe in

She licks her scars from a day well done

"Maybe all I'd need is the Sun"

"Keep yourself, Black Sheep"

Because rolling in daisies

and washing yourself in dirt

Can't hide you're dark fur

You'll always be

a black sheep

Even if you act like you aren't

I bare my teeth at the sky

and curse whoever made it

Oh, so beautiful that I can't see it

Why make me built with so much love,

but nowhere for it to go?

I'm like a dog with rabies

I don't know why I do the things I do

I'm infected with a rage that's not my own

But fits perfect

Do you remember that child?

The one you raised?

The one who you carved at and ruined

like a pelt with gashes;

It's no use agaisnt the cold

My love for the wrld will not die

It claws and scampers

on the ground with dirt in its eyes

Like a rhino with a bullet in its side

I will not die;

I will not end

I'll fight for my place on this earth

Though the grains of dirt rub in my wounds

and the blood trickles to my eyes and mouth

It's not just the iron and pain that I taste,

But a love ineffable that's all mine