The cold shadows of winter, but I ask for them
by revolt and contradiction, fragments of the whole.
I give the paradise I breathe.
I release my feet on earth.
I offer up blue cloudless skies.
My eyes leaking.
My tongue crazy fire.
Lips improvise eternal murmur of Yes.
Words are raucous crows and black.
Let the witches take what I've learned.
Do not worry for me.
I've have a strange understanding.