bleed

when we're in control,            
we feel like we can prevent          
a catastrophic event          
         
we feel invincible          
         
no music will be heard          
without our orchestration          
         
underground aqueducts         
will never contain sharks          
         
the sky will never rain shit          
clog our small engines          
         
our hot air balloon won't exhale          
against an albatross' beak          
         
fuck all that          
         
I'm dizzy from charting the course          
I'm spinning without a compass          
filling the grid of my own Vortex          
         
I can't breathe; anxiety          
is my middle name -          
         
but, I'm not going to grab          
that Island created by a history          
of my fossilized foot prints:          
         
I'm going to fall to my own death          
         
I'm going to see where my skull          
cracks and I'm staring          
into the eyes of a little mammal          
who burrowed its way to the top          
pretending not to see        
so it would go unnoticed            
         
its flaking eyelashes          
winking at my blind secret          
         
observe the concrete from above          
its stained geography outlining          
some foreign country          
papparazzi sniffing a story          
of scandelous nudity          
         
that one crow sitting atop          
the rotted tree trunk          
a black-robed Omen          
tapping against a termite          
         
I'm going to goddamn bleed          
until my arteries empty          
shrivel into a curled leaf          
crushed under foot          
         
spreading its veiny          
lips to suck Air empty         
of its own oxygen          
         
until Life's engorged breasts    
lactate, drip resurrection          
into Our dry roots          
         
bloom Poetry fertilized          
by Our own blood          
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