Twisting in on myself
Like a tree around the sun
I've cut off the leaves with the trunk
I'm trying to find what has run
I'm a knot!
of creaky green mottled
bending round to count polyps
and unexpectedly throttle
the very life from which the wish
to be blemishless came
as I writhe over backwards
I pinch and pull towards the same
And I'm stuck
It's impossible
to simultaneously need and reach your center
Like leaves around the fire pit
and ashes for dinner
forming leaf into smoke
is the wrong way round to reach
As what once was canopy
is again
but suddenly lit from beneath
You can't touch the mirror
And still see what's inside
Like a dog chasing its tail
a catcher wails and derides
Beginners cry
When you've drawn blood
to find your friend
you find your ends
And you let go or you try
I've spent so long growing another twist towards the light
I have singed off the green
And made a mess of good eaves
I've let a lot of flowers bloom and subsequently fall under wreaths
Never sure whether it's inside out
Fire crisping the tops of the trees
Or outside in
Coiling around the warmth I can seize
It doesn't matter
when the bright is always opposite the breeze
You can't twist your way around the sun
You can't cut trunks with just leaves
So writhe
Cause no matter how lonely
No thing can eat itself to feel full
And no matter how long or flexible
No thing can get out of it's own way to peak soul
You either externalize your light
Or dry out and leak wholes