​Let let

Let us ride dusk; let us witness sun burn orange into granular strokes of blue, strokes of black; let us feed our pupils & our porous walls; let us pray to cricket’s song & the songs of all who melody their tale; let us speak when not spoken to; how voice, a type of magic, forms from body’s cellular threads; & how collect collect always disobeys us; how aspen shoots pock the ground; this basic: say everything, say aggressive love; say nature us, say divining rod of me; say, yes, please say; let us tame our tongue, but only so; let our hearts be not cages but cocoons; say what dormant flight inside you makes; our question lacks; let us turn word to instinct; say what makes flight inside you; ah there; how already chorus in the nest of you; & from our throats, let us crawl out.

How Exist

No term exists for the bluish-blackish dusk; how you on your back again in search of prayers in brushstrokes of twilight; peel back the underside of flesh, we all nocturnal; a secret etches in our folds, say story of; how the of unravels you; a ghost of a school bell & crickets bellow season within grasses, within crevasses; say heart, a type of fallacy—where tiny organs float in fluid; say compact brain; say system; say circulatory say system; how the chant longs to bring the parts to life; how living resembles you; imagine a body afloat amid a vastness of; say skull; say universe; your lungs as you speak reverberate night; how no season exists on your back; how no words exist for this; how all words exist in inadequate; say singular; a breath wipes across the stars.