I have slept
in many dark corners
avoiding the wind and the thousand eyes
I have walked away
to where I see clearly, though solitary.
it is the lying stutter of voices
the panic'd holler
that pushes me out
this is where my quiet sings
there is where I'm free
flame-kissed by true liberty
and I do this invisibly
never mind how long since
cool soft cheeks of layering snow
have melted angry cinnamon-steam vapors
off of my body;
or how long since the improvised melodies of another mind
have been sung with heavy breath
or palpable desire in my rooms;
you can fuck that noise.
for I have seen the many burning stars,
and I am made of their dead.
I have held the oceans in my mind
and gazed with wild wonder at what lives there.
I have tasted the scented sand of passing days
and percieved change without judgement.
I have, alone, sung the songs of all things
and danced to the echoes sung back.
Invisibility can have this body,
what I see here enraptures me.