Blossoming

Freed by yesterday
from the throne of tomorrow,
I fell down the well into the ink,
Blinking in blackness
as her blonde hair–
burned away.

Undone by the that which I had done
I could not stomach what I had swallowed
So I spat forth my heart into the jaws
Of all that I had forgotten to remember. 

Frozen in my own fire,
I perspired in the snow,
Skin aglow in dark night,
Aurora borealis
In neverending sunlight.

With my forest in the desert, 
I could finally sleep through
the noise.

Clouds of summer in dancing rain,
Standing still when no one looked,
But forever watched by the eye,
of sightless wonder;

We are born from our funerals.

Stark naked,
White skin against charcoal,
Smooth cream on dusty ashes,
Scalded in the swirling flood,
Twirling butterlies
in lifeless no man's land.
Shot dead in heaven,
Floating high,
Full of lead;
I run to grow legs
So I may learn to walk.

All I know is that I don't know anything.

To satiate my desires,
I declare war on lust.
To be sociable,
I declare war on speech.

To become whole,
I fight myself. 

I will find the driest river,
And then fill it from 
my empty well,
Until I have lost it again.

And in winter,
As all buds fall from the bush,
I will blossom ebulliently,
Radiant spring flower of red,
Against gray leaves, drooping.