Justice hikes her skirt
to swing ox-bowed legs
onto the gallow plank.
Eyes wide open, covered
not with a blindfold, but
a bag over her head-
hands-bound and weightless.
The bottom drops out.

I invite you, Water.
Douse this searing fire.
Quench what is scorched.
Soothe what is cauterized,
picked raw, and researed
in the heat of forgetting.

Let scabs decompose to mud.
Let me be Earth--
steady, grounded, whole.

Yet I am Wind,
caught in flame,
lifting embers before they cool,
scattering what was,
before it settles into dust.

If only I could be Light,
but I am dense,
weighted by the matter
of the fact--
reality is duality,
all happening simultaneously,
never,
and strung out into infinite emergence.

If only I could be Light,
but I’m a heavy chord,
wound round and round
so tightly...
Brutal, brutal reality--
Yin-yanging eternally.

And here I am--
Light,
Specter of the Holograph,

Double Helixed,
Doubled-Bound,

If only I could Matter
while being Light.

I am a drop of entropy
- a globule in freefall.
Entropy collecting inwardly,
anti-mergently crashing inward
into nothingness
towards eternity.

Nothing new under the sun?
Earth spins, seasons change.
We, too, can shift our Presence.
Quantumnal Equinox,
Aurora Corporealis.

Terra, Luna, Sol,
Astra, Zeno's, Gravitas.
Quantumnal Equinox,
Aurora Corporealis.

Intimacy falls
flat on her face against hard
concrete. Window-pain

of the soul opened.
She leapt out-- into mid-air--
Smashing-- abstracted.

Is she alive? No
one caught her. Vulnerable
to asphalt - turned down.

I am a dual state particle wave
waiting to collapse my function

I am a high frequency gamma ray,
decayed nucleus penetrates all direction

I am a forlorn quasar
swallowing matter to create worlds

Once you begin to see me,
reality unfurls.