gymnast

hello hibiscus whiskers on an afternoons mind-
as twilight steeps the bone tea of afterglow
before starfall and night’s mallet-
of impenetrable Djinn;
drinking even your happy tears
to get in your Book.

hello to all that. 

as you go from a fracture 
to a solid sky
dissolving into raptures 
frozen on the lips-
of your witness, 
as you gawk 
at Your 
Self…

plunged from your hells, Upward-
like a gymnast-
where you came 
from.