Embedded in stone,
I watch my bones fold 
And unfold.  

Idle lashes, striations — 

My heart stops, 
Stunned by the sheer 
Drop —
The sudden jolt of my body
In the cold concavity.

I stumble like a deer 
Covered in the grey ash of dawn.
In my dream I was airborne

It was morning
And my blood was made of clouds, 
Endlessly flowing over the sea.