When I Fell Out Of The Light,

In This Particular Tub, Two Knees Jut Up Like Icebergs, While Minute Brown Hairs Rise On Arms And Legs In A Fringe Of Kelp; Green Soap Navigates The Tidal Slosh Of Seas Breaking On Legendary Beaches; In Faith We Shall Board Our Imagined Ship And Wildly Sail Among Sacred Islands Of The Mad Till Death Shatters The Fabulous Stars And Makes Us Real.

Piece By Piece, I Fed My Wardrobe To The Night Wind, And Flutteringly, Like A Loved One’s Ashes, The Gray Scraps Were Ferried Off, To Settle Here, There, Exactly Where I Would Never Know, In The Dark Heart Of New York.

I, To You, Am Lost In The Gorgeous Errors Of Flesh.

I Have Been Holding A Dialogue With Myself And Girding Myself To Stand Fast Without Running.

I Am But One More Drop In The Great Sea Of Matter, Defined, With The Ability To Realize My Existence.