when you feel
bitterness       l i n g e ring
at the back
                of the throat,
let it burn  s l o w l y

            like a dancing flame

rising from
                 beneath  
                               you

where the sharpest edge
meets a     r   g   n   s   a
                    a    i   g    e  

with the strength

           of a feather
balancing           lightly
upon an ostrich's back:

d
    i
      v
         e
    into
    black waters

for light
          is here
                too,

           so       come back
           to your home
       and sing your song

from
the damp
        dark
exquisite
roots

of your being.