light-rings:
they're double-rings,
they're doubled in light.

shadow-rings:

i'm thinking of Saturn,
i'm thinking it must be nice, to have colour.

i'm trying to breathe it in,
trying to let it settle in the
back of my mind, but i can't find a place

any place
no place

that's empty of me.

It’s old and weathered,
the texture, she said.

You’ll find yourself, she said;
I see the wooden beams hanging low:
the outline of a doorway, shutting
out the closeness of night.

i am everything you need:

anchored,
linear along this dais—

red, dying.

The tree has entered my hands,
The sap has ascended my arms,
The tree has grown in my breast—
Downward,
The branches grow out of me, like arms.

Tree you are,
Moss you are,
You are violets with wind above them.
A child—so high—you are,
And all this is folly to the world.

if i closed
you—

if the air fell
backwards, darkly—

if yours
brooked with golden
sunrise

softened (i love

when you
    dance.