I am dissolving like a sugar cube.
\nWords melt before I can use them.
\nThe world looks the same
\nout of the left eye or the right.
\nSleeping in the sun,
\nI am just the sun.
\nI was born from the afterbirth of rain.
\nI hope it will rain again.<\/p>\n
I am a moth coming out of its cocoon,
\nwith no idea of where to go
\nor where to come from.
\nI am being born minute to minute,
\nwalking on hot sand.
\nChilled by the emptiness between my bones.
\nI corrode in summer
\nand rust in winter,
\nand become imaginal in spring.
\nBest, is to be burned in autumn
\nlike old leaves,
\nleaving a sweet smell behind.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I am dissolving like a sugar cube. Words melt before I can use them. The world looks the same out of the left eye or…<\/p>\n