tired

Ive been holding space,
till Ive become nothing but empty sky,
and a maddening thirst for stars.

true enough

Spent my life in translation,
exiled and diminishing, 

a stranger on the land.

Eventually,

something touches you, breaks you open

a holy death and birth by your own hand.

You hear and feel

what you've always known,

not either-or but, also-and.