Thanks to the Fallen

And in that moment, I died to myself.

The sacrifice that had been made for me a half a world away overcame me;
the ocean of tears as metaphor dissolved into that which it pointed to
and I was floating in salt

Sky flamed turquoise and blues and ripe indigos
I rose from the crest, a singular salted crucifix

Wanting the sky
Needing the earth

Split north to south east to west
I rained

Poisoining and pleasuring the soil

*that* is how you find me here
Jade eyes windowing you from

this garden to

poppy fields to

halls

to

dark brilliance to

sleep