throws it to the back, watches it smash
and shatter with a laugh. Then he says:
I grasped a planet rolling backwards,
gripped the grasses, grabbed at ghosts
until I choked on smoke or air, my own throat
blowing the body up, afloat,
like flying higher kites attacked to whiter lights, widely-eyed.
I am: a sea breeding, the bud as it opens its mouth,
expanding in its first glance at breathing,
like me, blood and bacteria reside inside.
Animals live within, decidedly at night.
The flood active--livid, seeking
sun, oxygen, & future destruction.
Before I leave, for those who asked,
here's my last instructions:
Set your hair on fire.
Just before the flames take over your face,
wait glowing bright till Great End,
then prepare for the final induction.
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