I watch dead birds dance
around the campfire.
Their chirps sound like thousands of years ago.

I can feel it working.

The coyote's rhythmic panting
conforms to my heartbeat.
Bedridden is given to the gods as a sacrifice.

But I need to find my body...

The warmth from the ashes and timber
combined with the midnight air
massages and entangles my hair.

The body I have is is fading...

My eyes are pulling me back
the wind hushes my cries.
The mountains weigh me down.

Breathing is no longer an issue...