THE BREATHING OF A SONG

I make it up as I go
though my karmic skin, the only thing I own
fades to emptiness.
Already the wall has ruptured.

Like an aneurism my life force flows
into unknown flesh perhaps dying
perhaps living a different life
perhaps saving the limb

so it can skipstone the eternal question
my body loving its arteries like a bee
seeking flowers
though there is no me, no you.

The moment continues breathing.

10/13/24

Altadena