Oh to be not anyone gone
this maze of being skin
oh to cry not any cry
so mournful that
the dove just laughs
the steadfast gasps
oh to owe not anyone
nothing to be
not here but here
forsaking equatorial bliss
who walked through
the callow mist
dressed in scraps
who walked
the curve of the world
whose bone scraped
whose flesh unfurled
who grieves not
anyone gone
to greet lame
the inspired sky
amazed to stumble
where gods get lost
beneath the southern cross
because of me
because of her