Everything escapes its bounds.
Even a rock turns to dust
and flies away.
Plumbing leaks,
a child spurts wisdom,
the inside of hell rolls down mountains.
The sea floods,
rivers cast themselves into oblivion,
and life in me
ignores the chains and locks
I put on.
Habits and routines break
and I become, not new,
but imperiled by freedom.
I would have it no other way.
To be born again and again
is better than dying once,
leaving someone
calling my name
and never receiving an answer.