#tributaries
I am
the highway tunnels drilled in your gums
from when your baby teeth plucked themselves out.
I am
the **** rotting on the bed,
whose gelatin you flayed off with your rusted spoon.
I am
the accused with his bounty price
plastered across the billboard sign.
I am
the dying fetus
jutting her head outside the womb.
I am these tributaries — these waves that thirst — which, at first glance, don’t connect. In time, they will prove
that humanity has claimed territory in them.
I am the mouth, drooling forth my mountain water.
This larger lake! I shall never see beyond it.
I am not the fifth dimension, where the sky hangs its hook.
So what?
I have its might. I am the colonizer in its territory,
and I claim it.
Apr 18, 2021
Apr 18, 2021 at 5:18 PM UTC
_Springing
from sequestered
splendour,
carved
out by
ancient tributaries;
Receiving,
streaming,
flowing
with
the current
of experience;
Through
the floodplains
of my sorrows,
to the
foreshore of
my dream time;
A river
of breath,
a watershed
of meaning,
consciousness
in spate._
Dec 24, 2020
Dec 24, 2020 at 8:54 PM UTC