She asks me,
How do you do it?
From deep bright and twisted nothingness, I reply;
I wear myself, in and out,
Like a winter jacket.
I take flight, in eastern winds
I avoid corners, like a carousel
Dash-descending, intently, like lightning sprites on a spot
Fluid, I'm lost yet in sight.
Here, but not now;
Stealth, exposed
I'm shade, revealed still
Essence, benign
Sharp as in rubber, blunt as adamantium,
spry as the sun, dull as the evening flute,
Fire, hearth
Ice, Anvil
Malleable.
I yield, Perhaps too easy.
Resisting stasis. free
I'm on my own, I'm not my own,
Feeling,
Flowing,
Loose
Not being.
At dawn,
I binge on Azure,
and roam the open skies.
At dusk,
I merge with the stolid earth,
Becoming a busy mall.
I am different bodies,
All in one lifetime.
I am need,
Shapeless;
Will less.
