This, the everlit, ambient traffic of our species
the unnatural hard concrete and ever resilient grass
the snores and moans and belches of a city
that sleeps and yawns and glows like some alluring monster,
the crystallized breath of strangers and the sleepy moonsurface of snow
are lightening in my brain,
no less bright and quick
than the impulses that propel my muscles
The pebbles in driveways, the rubber of car tires
and the wooden porches
are everstill,
and I am blood, bone, and sinew
animated
by bursts of electricity
Winter penetrates just so deep,
because inside I am more miraculous,
more stubbornly and conspicuously alive
than any city from above
The white ground is pink
when the sky is pink,
clumps of frozen crystal hold the shape
of my steps,
and yet the wind blows
and I am still warm,
still me
I am burning and free willed and sovereign;
snow melts on my skin and my heat rises into the night
I am the death of less complex
arrangements of carbon;
hunger is brutal therefore I am brutal,
watching the world jealously,
yearning to conquer
and lusting after every breath,
and at the end of each day,
having chased and devoured and played,
I shall fall into a deep and twitching sleep,
running along the brainpaths of a long and mysterious life |
Submission Name: Sum
