the light i created from below never casts the same shadow twice
and the motion of my breath is myself, me, present
inside the space of this moment the same river thrice
my pulse, a nameless birdspurring the body's need to be taken
beyond itself and shaking from a million dreams deeper in the cry and still the same
i have seen my breath cloud the mirror of time as words walk out from ashes each syllable the work of desire
in the silence of feathers and falling
the you and the you and the you
an echo born from the shuddering of my skin
the very sky collapsing as eternity flies in the shadow of my own breath
and the motion of my breath is myself, me, present
inside the space of this moment the same river thrice
my pulse, a nameless birdspurring the body's need to be taken
beyond itself and shaking from a million dreams deeper in the cry and still the same
i have seen my breath cloud the mirror of time as words walk out from ashes each syllable the work of desire
in the silence of feathers and falling
the you and the you and the you
an echo born from the shuddering of my skin
the very sky collapsing as eternity flies in the shadow of my own breath