Be not afraid of who you are
told to you in your sleep
these myths that keep you
awake
your organs narrative:
the barista with the Rams head
the animal of your ***
the wings
released unafraid
your art.
the unkempt stories of your day
made only bizarre and disjointed
by your fears
and a life that doesn’t
allow you to fly.
at the pillow ascend
into that sweet unconscious story
from the crime of fish
who gave up the swim
and
the jealousy of birds.
pluck from
your day the weak unfinished
prayers.
with closed eyes
they creep out
from the muck of the
apron
desk
hammer
god
anger
hurt,
the animals
of self,
carrying their stories
to the gray artist.
under your burning eyes
closed
the life
you were meant for
in the stillness
of your night
breathe now the book open
the unwritten
living stories of our time
carried in your organs
why: the fish crawled
the Hawk sought
the bone supports
the blood feeds.
who am I?
I ask
in waking hours.
At night
no gravity’s skin,
the organs
stories
released
become
the fish
stepping into the path
every night
out of
the death muck
of a day
into
a dream
of forever