naked

called upon by grace

to hang me naked on the wall

then wrap up in the stars

to grow my wings

from a cloud that covers the moon

walk through a wet forest swampland

back rippling in stride

the same snakes

laid down

gone to ground

into the roots of forest thickness

where that cabin stays

on the edge of a meadow

my home the sky

'she's falling asleep'

the lack of oxygen in

that shadow room

crawls me unclothed

across the splintered table

I'm splitting hairs

out of here, my brother

unafraid of fire

we fly up the chimney

to the vast above

called upon by grace

to hang me naked on the wall

then wrap up in the stars

to grow my wings

from a cloud that covers the moon