Exiles

voices decanted from a forgotten vessel
stirred in my bowl of belly senses
with care and precision by the manager
oblivious to a warrior child impatiently waiting
unspeakables falling out of her pocket
as she drums into creation
a newborn dragon nestled in ash
one eye open and searching
heaven’s detours for a
never-imagined journey
along illuminated slopes
slippery with meteoric insight
ecliptic signposts alchemized in timelessness
newborn galaxies explosions of awareness
unmarred unwounded unknown
slow cautions Saturn
feel and flow
sky as sea
reflecting black iris depths
from the edge of her abyss
a living volcano driving upward
lava roiling in her heart
cooled by eternal divine waves
she claims invisible Mars
her pockets inside out empty
with a nod she removes her helmet
and sheaths a broken sword
“I am the Sun!”
a sea of tears whispers within
I am the stars
Mars unfurls her baby wings





