i wake with the weight of words
that will never leave my lips;

part of me is asking to slip past
and...

the sky has opened for me. the clouds have parted, offering me 

the whole of the sun. the reflection of...

there is this slow drift onward, outward, away 

but also toward. a mind cleaving itself from body. 

a body...

what shape does your growing take?
what is it you’re reaching toward, or away from?

tell me the ground beneath your feet...