Some creatures, when their wings are torn,
will beat themselves to death in an effort to try harder.
I am a lot like those things.
Some things, when they break, are more beautiful than when they are whole.
Take Jesus for example, or
those crystal jellyfish that refract so beautifully when crushed.
I am and am not like those things.
Some people are like animals:
touch-taste-see-hear-feel.
I am not like them, but sometimes wish I were.
Once, as the snow was falling and I stood on the mountain and looked out
at everything dust and water and quiet, I thought I understood.
That small something of what it was
to be alive and dying and relentlessly embracing
had dropped down.
Maybe.
My tongue is thick, and I am still
slow on the uptake
hard to explain, to sketch with words
hard to cast an ever-shifting light
hard to know I'm the one shifting.
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