Some change is necessary to keep walking
when birds can no longer carry you,
when the sky has turned black and life
has migrated to the land of forgotten shadows.
When tracks in fields give ways to red dragonflies
hovering above a cast iron sun
it is time to reach even further
into tomorrow and let astral rain dry
the rivers and fill them with clouds.
Have you given enough in
The nights will ransack you and if
they find you wanting they will make you
labor in front of the mirror until
your reflection dissolves into droplets
and you are no longer a surface of skin
but a bundle of electricity in need
of a glass house to prove
that you exist.