By James Diaz
They said;
show yourself
as you are
but i was rusted pylon twisting in Tucumcari wind
glint of the seed that would not take
you cannot measure a fall
without falling…
…hard
what shatters tests high ground
against rutted earth
i would row out into the red
dawn, reed of loss
in my bones
this is the size of what is owed
calling in the dark
but no one to receive you
the size of sleep
tectonic and cold
every battle is lost before it is even fought
my mother said to me
as she threw herself through a window
and landed underneath the oak
she never again returned to us
I want the woods to know that I am honest
have suffered enough
that I need to know
what made this star light
burst inside of my veins
why is it that no one can love you
without a leap of faith
that we are so gone
our going doesn’t even make a sound
I hear they grow strange fruits
in the back yards of heaven
all I want is right here
in this thin bleed of light
through the gas station bathroom door
my vein knows from whence this fruit came
here I am noble and unbroken
and nothing can touch me
on this floor
I am absolved of numb
a weariness so beautiful and blue
…come / down / now… speak into me…till I break
all over…this touch of silence in me, golden…
and ascending…almost perfectly…
whole.
Academy of the Heart And Mind 