If I could bend my mind around light
or nearly wrap it with my flesh.
If I could weave my soul on it’s waves
or curl as an infant in the roar
of it’s pure white radiant spray.
If I could suffuse my heart
to detach and scatter
away from the pitch,
where blood flows like rays
through eternal veins.
Though infinity of light’s arc
like embryo’s spacious fluid;
Pollux, even Arcturus
with unfathomable luminosity;
It finds me still, with leaf
over genitals, peeling away earth
that sticks tighter than flesh.