Deep Space

A
hungry soul
split in half,
drops of blood and
light turning, curling backwards in
time toward
darkness; Spirit like
an octopus
propelling, reaching
backwards.
The walk into
daylight, the body
urging and in
pain.
A heavy body grasping;
what is time and how do
its particles
pace
through the veins?
The soil against your
feet, the rain that wafts
minerals
into the
air; this planetary
metallic
dream, this place and
its living
needs.
Oxygen corrosive against
the body, breaking
down
and bringing
up. Life
that resists, that feeds on
strife; the Soul unquenchable,
the Spirit
free.
Hands against the
grass, tall and wet under the
sky; time of life that views
itself.
Prism of a rain-
drop: a
glance
into deep
space.