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