motive

There's a rest to undress here,
a stabilisation in creation,
the heal in my moon phase,
phrased new in the husk of two,
I am broadening, waxing, reseeing you,
every dimension, sliver of a blade,  
and find my teeth bite wild on it,
fearless and fine in the facelessness of it -  
pathways become byways become highways, become ceaseless
and now become home,
every mound - different,
bird, a lush sound,
wolven means more wolven
than it meant when my heart
wasn't sent hunting out meaning
without warning, ravenous.
There'll be no holding zone,  
not for anyone,  
this is a redawning,
an undercurrent,
a whole current,
the sun has branded me fevered orange,  
flooded the vessel,
forced it to see,
barefoot and beckoning
out there for no one,
for the echo,
for the essence
of being free.