Poems from Chapter 6, The Tribe of the Beyond

Light upon the feather I ride

I glide,

I glide,

I glide

With the wind beneath my feet

I stride,

I stride,

I stride

Nighttime sheds its dim

And I slide

and slide

and slide

Down,

down,

down

cline

But Down feels like an in↗

Myself to

Shooting toward the sky—

Astronomer, I come to thee

To study your craft and be with

Night.

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As you drift to sleep

I weep, I weep

As the shadows creep

I weep, I weep

Upon your body I lay

As you sleep, as you sleep

Your heart slows its beat

I weep, I weep

Into the earth you seep

Take the leap, take the leap

No more will you peep

I weep, I weep

To Asphyxia you move your feet

As I weep, as I weep

You walk away and the price I pay

Is too steep, is too steep

So I weep.

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Into the ground—why is it hot?

Into the ground—my limbs go taut

As my body stiffens in death

That has brought me to life

In which my heart savors

A black dove’s flight

Traitors

Live in the sky

But in the ground, I will live and die

Horrible Day

Lively Night

Hot with passion—living flame

The dirt is dark, the climate bright

The mud and the stone I claim

The days, I seek to end—I fight

In the ground I live by rite.

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A question, a limit, that tears me in two

Solis e lunas—Sun and Moon.

Which do I praise?

Which do I doom?

Dark, dark

Light,

Dark, dark

Lure me too soon,

My stagnant thoughts

Night and Day—Relieve the moon

I know who to praise, but who do I doom?

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Like a sudden jolt ripping open an old wound that had just begun to heal, my heart tore into pieces.

But this time, the pieces would not stitch themselves back together.

As I disappeared like a shadow into the dark of an unknown familiar landscape,

I shivered

I laid there until my flesh seemed to meld with the ground below me

Mountains rose and fell, Rivers born and laid to rest

crossed lashes across my back as I decomposed there

Then the day broke its fast,

Night walked away

But the stars remained to me

Glinting there, shining tears

And the sun arose and shined its light

But the stars never blotted.

Stark

The stars were shining

I plucked one from the sky and pinned it to my ribs

And I swore to protect the sun

As a little spot of light that was too a giver but still reminiscent upon

Night.