taking reason prisoner.
my body felt light descending, a warm
sticking it into eternal clouds.
the upbringing of another sunrise goes without need
to be faced ever again.
and oh, i could not
possibly deal with it! macbeth, macbeth!
my body degenerates on its own, a dented shell.
it disowns its biology, tossing
let them eat the cake-
departure from the given
name. it declared this
a radical liberation. the earth
takes care of itself now
should this fresh pair of
toes sink into it
there is that face nearby- that
stubborn old flesh.
on it, anthills found use
and occupied every particle of it.
the face moved its hole, once
called a mouth,
muttering an SOS
while coughing out worms and dirt
and its tongue falling apart.
but the body it had called to had grown
it obeyed the general direction of life.
it does not know
any other way
nor does it care to.
amen, amen, amen.