I kissed the starlight that night
As I was raised up on a wind-scorched hill
in the sepulchral cold of late autumn
I could feel myself bleeding blue into the surrounding rocks
and the grass sew itself up into my skin
the tears would not end
my breath was being tethered to the whirling earth
and I felt my eyes spin with the golden constellations:
the speed of Gemini on four legs
the rage of Leo in the throes of eternal hunger
the white slate of Virgo's fate.
And my voice echoed in the valley below
and returned to me blissfully unfamiliar
having gathered the whispers of an infinitude of invisible beings.