Body my crossing my horse
body my season of visions
body my cauldron the dark churning
of the water inside
body my harpoon my hook
in the mouth of the world
body the frost floats out your mouth
like a dream body your fallen light
the sunken sound of your voice
in the water body your well
carrying skulls of the dead
body your open gate
letting the horse outside
the clouds like a dream
lowering into the mouth
of the world I am crossing
the season of water
I am trying to unhook my hand from the dream
I am trying to find the breach
but there is no end to your widening
body where is your latch the moment
you touch a body