i used to wander through air
like a traveler through a forest,
eyes closed and mind easy.
and then, the sky fell.
falling through every cloud
and the air rushes by,
tumbling through the moonbeams,
heels over head or the other way around?
there's no ground, just space,
just the smell of sunset like burning wood,
just a touch of dew on newly planted grass,
just the song of the sky - surrounding.
the air's pulling the words out of my chest,
yanking the ribs away to reveal the inside.
is this what it feels like?
the world's so fine from above -
endless space, a million, million miles that don't mean a thing.
i'll stretch the night for you,
wait til it yawns and hold its jaws in my hands.
fill in the gaps with soulstuff.
curled up with your voice still in my ears -
the sky still falling, bit by bit -
snake tongues talking about fire,
bones made of malleable stardust.
all the while the sky's alive,
expanding so rapidly beneath my feet
i'll fall and it doesn't matter where.