i sit perched on the cliffs
a finite edge separating me from a sky scraper dive
to lacy waves that continually unfurl ever gasping
my body perched on impervious stone
i want to melt
to seep down and through the cracks of
this unforgiving earth
i want to dissipate
to be free of this solid form
and sink between the layers of
this mineral collage
i am me and the rock is the mineral
but i want to be the rock and the mineral, me.
I want my skin to release my essence so i can
soar
as the gulls
quiver
as the daring wildflowers
sit ever patiently
as the stone
not in a metaphorical sense, understand.
in the realest way, the most literal translation.
dont mistake my words for poetry.