Monday, September 3, 2018

in between

i am icebergs
melting in catastrophic collections
crashing to a hundred humbled selves
then melting
to the bottom of a foreign philosophy
a frigid water

       i know rivers
             i am rivers.

the euphoria of euphemisms is escaping through the windows
with the blinding heat
swelling in sultry truths
digging in and bleeding
         bleed for it.

one hundred ten degrees
three hundred sixty moments
pushed through the earth
prominent and purposeful staring you in the eye
"i am here, how about you?"

where do you exist?
how hard have you pushed your low-lying levels
in the light?
when have you ever struggled
to birth a mountain?