God/dess wrote this poem
and showed it to me by the fire
there are a million ways to die
she said, go into the dark night
and cry your heart out
break the cages that control you
show the world who you are
if you wish to dance than don’t hesitate

borrowed fantasy and salty sweat
create the moments that we never regret
our tragedy lies in expecting to be understood
how can anything else do what you are meant to
you are a muscle of the stars
the start of a new earth within your heart
the seed of an eagle in your claws

a mosquito and a jeweled lotus connecting
on a morning walk through the woods
if schizoanalysis could tell us what to believe
i'd accept this sentence freely
and bless the essence of my longest memory