something heretical in our sera
a peeking thing, half mischievous
and i, trying to see if you are my mirror if you
recognize the streak in me as your own something familiar smelling like the sweat beneath your arms the
glossy glint off your scleras the
trail of forest on your body
heretical
something wild in the the skin that slips beneath my hands like a
many-worn silk of some old god like a
selkie would feel about the centuries old earth and the
neverchanging of days, darkbrightdarkbrightdark

something freeing about the sting of winter air in my nostrils something
ripped away from my long exiles in the city something
replenished in the true empty fullness of a silent tundra a
dirt-covered snowbank a
grey iceflow on the water something
dissident and infidel about your soul and mine together something
potent in our marrow something
wild and
freeing and

dying

I wonder what babies see, when they open there eyes for the first peek,
I wander down the rivers and streams, trying to catch the piece of me, that's still floating on endlessly,
I wonder if I flew, how far would it be before I felt something new, something in my heart, that may be a start,
I wander to the valleys, full of blooming Bittersweet, but all I seek, at the end, is Truth, clear and without another lie to turn my head,
I wonder if I chase after you, how far would I go, before you started to slow, or if we would just stay in that neverchanging cycle of running, for and forsaken,
I wander down the lost and found, maybe theres a way I can stand my ground, but it's all empty when I look around,
I wonder if randomly, the world will unfold around me, and pieces go together perfectly, without the error
that is Me.~