*I'm broken above & beyond
My ability to bend, to break 
With the wind. I cannot 
Genuflect, my prayers before 
The cross, the tiles white
& pure, my heart a thumping
Piece of meat behind rib. 
I could have slept in,
Let the rain do its work, 
Wash every unattached thing 
Into the moat, but I sought
The trees, the mentions 
Of birds, seeing me, flying
Perch to perch, pieces of twigs, 
Mates & unlaid eggs on their beak.
This ghostly after image, this 
Yesterday, I call it a man
Retying himself back to family. 
With hook & eye, I single out
A fish, take him from his 
Home, his aura of satiation, 
His independence & give him air;
I call it a blessing, a miracle
Of white flesh tossing on
The burner. Is this not hell?
I cozy into my pillow, hide 
My tears, tremble my knees, 
In search of deep sleep
But nothing comes. It is 
Dawn & broken things
Must wander whole into light.
We must let our shadows 
Be fully realised; we must, 
We must, we must scream 
Into abandonment.* 
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