Like my poems could carve out chunks of the universe and hand them to you on a platter, I keep hunting between these lines for more time, more light, another night–but no, we cut up paradise and watched the fragments fall
Carve my future out of the dust, will it solid as a sandstorm scraping sky, walking on the wind, tearing scars into the dirt, drowning dunes in a deluge of courage to move and dance and dream.
Go. Go wild for me. Scream into the heavens with all your silent, pleading hands. Medusa-gaze the waves of pain to pathways toward my promised land. Take every conceivable wind on the planet and braid them into serpents for my hair, daring the devil to make me afraid to stand.
Come. Come look at me, child of the most divine, I created this world we walk on before I knew how to breathe, I exhaled life into the waters before I ever could cry, come look at me, analyze my irises, count these wrists flicking tears like a metronome and let your heart of stone
Split wide open as a nightmare, a gaping yawn tugging empathy from your selfish lungs and to the morning breath between us–build me up a sandstorm, millions of specks of soot calling out a choir wider than the drums and chords of a thunder’s horn.
Make the rain granite splinters of our mother’s rage,
Take the wooden grain of newborn forests and portend they’ll blaze and regrow from the roots up on their own
I’ll miss you,
I’ll miss you spring green sprinkles and their breezes,
But I’m carving out the future
by the fallen fragments of your faith,
by the attempts of burned blade to my snakes,
I’m carving out the summer moon
six solstices from now
so it can erode these rooms of statues
with its croon,
I’m falling face first into the earth
to drive hungry tides higher than the skyline,
to ride them like a comet into clarity
where no eyes or the clouds can ever slice me
open–
mirror, mirror, on the fall
are you weeping for the blow that’s waiting?
Break below the squall
for m
e
and petrify infinity
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Jordyn Saelor 