recessional

the breaking points that you were architectured with

they hold, precarious, the structure of your downfall

always in possibility, a ghost sine wave

riding the marrow of your days

the tides overthrow you

watch out, fragile wanderer, for the storm beneath your skin

you're searching for an accident to throw you in the straight heart of things

your hands are restless, too weak to climb this ancient tree

you are okay, you are okay

barely floating, okay

your head too light, defying gravity, until your feet touch the sky, okay

your words hanging heavy in your mouth, too small to hold every drop of meaning

your tongue tied to your almost lover's 

okay

wake up to a dawnless day

a picture of emptiness in a body you don't know

i am mine, i am mine

staccato steps and falling eyelids, mine

hands that have yet to learn how to create, digging through the soil

they only find air

mine

there is an ocean of silence at the heart of me

my blood could be made of blinding light

if only i could grow roots in this foreign earth

or weave myself into an embrace, transparent to the ones i love

persuade me to be alive, build me an anchor to the sun

fire me up to the soul of that last star

but first, gift me back to myself