Destiny is negative
All manners of circles come pulsing
It's not noisy
But to read it backward is sacrifice
It is like forgetting how you died
how that eagle snapped your neck
and called its children up for breakfast
It is me by your side
shoe to head nudging
Saying sorry only to the blood and waking up
How tiring it is when you are your only fear
When the cost of letters
segregates the opened mind
To see the blades of grass as you do
For you to know what it feels like to be safe
The separation of skin and bone has widened
for the words
That endless highway keeping me up
that last touch of dirt crawling in your ear
and the creek from here to sky
motioning complete
by Sierra-Nicole Qualles, from Loose Cannon
