Archive for August 6th, 2011

i will bury my face
in the soul-flesh of the gods
which is, for the moment,
the color of wheat fields
and indirect sunlight;
perhaps if i breathe
their essence into me,
the color of spun gold
will permeate my throat
and seep from my lungs
out to every pore
until i am
a little more
sacred.

i, protected by my coat
of a thousand sun-hot knives
that sing in thin, high voices,
will walk through this world
and leave only a trail
of shed hairs
and wild stories.

all that comes against me
with intent to harm
shall be reduced to naught
but red ribbons.

all that comes to me
in peace and in joy
shall be lifted up
and praised, loved, celebrated.

my footprints bear no coherency,
no more than my face
or my heart,
and i will pass away like the wind,
into the wind,
and the trees will whisper rumors
of where i have gone
while i sleep in their roots.