I now wear the memory of nothingness a piece of white sail wrapped like second skin.

I become ocean, mercury, silver shimmers, fairy tales, fascinated.

You listen to the silencedrawn on the ashes of ancient sacrifices.

We packedwhole lives into bundles in searchof what chooses us, what wants to comeback to the surface, what needs to be said.We had so many dreamswe didn’t know what to make of them.

On the wall of time to come a window appears.I open it, let angels in.

I hear my mother’s voice echo you’re all the sunlightthat’s ever been in my life.