white mountains on fire
your eyelashes whisper
and put them out.
leave it there and look for
nameless queens who speak
with accents of fairy, and who
relax around fireplace magic
and the quiet enemies of cities.
there are empires underground,
religions that do not need buildings
or bent knees to support them.
bumper car bodies that ultimately
jolt the spirit out of alignment.
crook the heart until
it can no longer pump clouds
or drink wide and hilarious skies.
too much swimming through the day hours
almost can’t surface or inhale
hot stars like purple tea, this is
when peaks leak sparks
and the iris becomes volcanic until
wet diamonds fall and calm them.
be firm, the current will grab you
and you will be delighted at how effortless
flight is as you’ve dreamed it, more clarity smiles
you remember that you have
only misplaced how.
modern dangers grow nervous, and shiver, incompetent,
besides ancient and more relaxed warnings.
prophets are immune to akward citizenship
as we defect brilliantly
into the riddle of proud lightning.