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.