Sending

Solid steps towards solidarity;
the slack jawed sphinx stares.
Goliath of knowledge wordless
and lacking a riddle to stump me.

The freedom comes not from the owl.
The freedom is borne by the mule.
That is why the hog woman cannot
charm me with her mounds of gold.

The only belief I have is in things
that people refuse to hold inside.
Myself is a vessel to carry a fragile
soul that would diffuse into the air.

Despite the brokenness of flesh
and the dormant monster inside my
head; I manage to function with
certainty that transcends reality.

Ego is the ambrosia of giants
that step on the weeded Earth
and believe that they are worth more
than the mountains they hide behind.

I sleep in the chambers of ascension
where not a cricket stirs and colors fade.
I become the breather and the sleeper.
I lose my humanity and explode from my head.

As small as a bird I stand at the precipice,
and I look down at the plummet ahead.
I spread my wings to the stars, close my eyes,
and in a marvelous silent second I am gone.