so the other draws out
it's continual and it's eventual.
to stand, to speak, you gather your strength
you hold your head, you squeeze your hand
you breathe, so on and so on.
it lays around you, thick
you make the effort, draw it in,
you deeply draw
you draw deeply
and what do you open?
you are full, what do you open?
does it start as a trickle or
does it all at once, all at once
we gather the day like molten rocks
seething, bringing, scathing, peeling,
and in the night we slowly slowly,
bend, and breed and send the heat
flattened, stretched, and open
rising rising, waves so small and
the end, we, still and chill
we, great and homely
we, nothing greater
than the one we held
released, ravished, reigned fully in
set the day to seethe again