My existence has
become a wish
to lose
myself in the universe,
to breathe
the stars into me,
to escape
this madness;
frightening
circling
breathing darkness into me and
leaving me with
void
.
I cannot let go of my body deep enough,
it pulls me inside
and drowns me in flesh;
my spirit
is crying,
weeping for lost wisdom
.
Wish
to spin endlessly
ceaselessly
with the mother and
the father
to be the self that is
to know
to be
.
It is out there,
remembering
calling
waking
tasteless
fearless
hopeless, knowing
.
Desire
to know no
night, no
day, no
warmth, no
breath,
only to permeate and love,
to sleep without fault
and move with the rhythm
that is us all
.