I want to lie on a dry and barren
spot
light a fire
with my finger
bring back moisture to the desert.

Watch the sky die,
rot and burst,
black and smashed,
white shards sparkle
like the teeth of hyenas.

There is no black
like the glistening windows
we all share.
I can see down
into your hole.
This is where
most would step back.

There is no white
like the skin you conceal.
Uncovered to reveal
a pool of deepest healing.

This is where I dive.