lucid and upright,
the gradual alignment that sets in
one rib at a time, promoting
memory as a template
for tomorrow.
i am moving sideways
cross a linear map.
man made and obdurate,
i crash through its codes
and outwit the unquestioned
law on my tale, camouflaged
in an arc of question marks
and communal hunger.
i feed you and grow sated.
i wait for your need to
acknowledge my own.
i lift the raw harmony
dug from a deep place,
earth scent hung off its heels.
keened enough to bust
the mute button permanently ...
at least,
for now.
