we are infinite
fractal
timeless
when blood spills
we are the wounded place
the sensitive scar tissue
protecting life
from death
until death
we are tattooed
by grief
that love language
our rage and our weeping
show where we fester
where the fight is
that bile, that grime in the fold
that stench
that’s a warning
there’s a standard
we still need to set
we cannot stagnate for long
we are the river
we are the droplets that
spill through the soil
to quench at the root
we are overflowing
your structures
your cons
feel our pounds
your borders so waterlogged
and fragile
we the seep
we the slow creep of holy flood
through your ceiling
the rising rapid tide within
each liberating question
rushing under every skin
we are the deepest place
the light cannot reach us
unless we choose
the mountain path for an age
it’s all archipelago
to us
we ancient
we the patient ones
we carve our fury
with knives made of bones
we are the nightmare
that wakes you to leave
this burning house
but you must recall
we are also the matches
we are the balance
not only the flame in the dark
but each silhouette
against the bright
we are the
spark of life that shines
we are also the shadow
we are everything
you make
live in shadow
you who eat only
sunlight and death
we are underground
we are the dirt
we know who we go home to
we are not lost
we cannot lose
we know death is a portal
we are the black hole
through which all life must
burst
we know life is a miracle
we who
spin on an axis
pulsing like a heart
we
still
beat
we go pray in the dark
we know
where god lives
but tonight
we just shadow on sunlight
eyes closed
against the glare
(hear it read aloud on ig)