you already have.
It’s absorbed and blended
into a larger and more eternal:
I die for you each day.
Lamenting in the tank,
absorbed is the sand,
O tenderness of blood and birds
searing my temples, my young head:
the recurring storm of youth
wrecks my sins.
The sun over branches
over the open flesh of dawn
kissing the hands of migrant farmers,
fogging the insides of rainy caves
while we’re absorbed and blending
into larger and more eternal sexes.
The body still here, at my fingers,
at my organs,
spread like water underground
thru me the spirit. And the rain
dissolves my organics thru sins
that no one talks about anymore,
but like months of rain
flood our time on earth
like stars in living vapors.
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