So when thoughts of scents of death,
Temperament, and light
Matches will of body,
Power, dreams of scattered flight

I find myself the sweep of spattered leaves upon the trampoline
I find my body resting in the morning in the breeze

And I brought my blanket, pillow,
Basic’ly my bed
And my fingers tingle, and
My toes and in my head

There’s anger, calming, like a feather swaying on the trampoline
I mind the distant yelling through my stupor and the leaves

So when screams of fears of death,
Shadows bent, and love
Chase my tired body
Out into my autumn hug

I fear that autumn and the world will pull me from my bed,
My trampoline; like a feather, swaying is my bed

And I should not scream, and yet
Scream and cry I did
Curled up and laying there
Under the sun, I hid

I find my body being pulled, I am not alone. The trampoline
Holds several bodies stretching, crawling for my bed

So when screams turn into
Chants of breath and writhes
I slam my head against
My bed, but up, I rise

Into the sky, with leaves behind, and tears left on the trampoline
I find my body leaving, like a feather on the breeze