dark 12. children throwing bricks

Take off, soaring through black oceans

Of starbursts and scintillating clouds

Scraping up cosmic debris

From the edge of her world

You are light and shadow and woven tight

And form is extraneous and I'll not confess

To beliefs I had made up for me

Spirit is what you are, and spirit is what I am

And I am trying so hard to understand

You are earth and air and spun so right

And form is a lie they wrote themselves

Over a thousand years and a million fights

Because form is distraction

And life doesn't care what your family thought

So take off and descend in spirals

Of orange to white, lost in streamers of fog

Through cyclopean waves to a city beneath your mind

With walls of sugar glass and a thousand children

Throwing bricks, dripping cadmium red.