Cracked open. it’s coming the flood and I want it we were invited we invited it.
the dancers today reminded me that nothing belongs to anyone
there are things that inhabit the bones and the blood
the blood that has been spilled the blood
you want to put back in the body but cannot the skin of your ancestors
the sky of your ancestors you can gaze into project dreams, extract myth from
no one none is yours, even the identity of the Stargazer
it’s true in this moment and in the next, you’re lying limp in a ditch
on the side of the dirt road hit by a 4×4 barreling home from Mary’s Bar.