be a dark tunnel
where crawling things
fear the light.
Heart be a bird,
a red macaw in the highest tree.
Be the grotto in the mountainside,
home to gypsies, or fresh water
on the burning sands of deserts.
You , tormentor of dreams,
be a mourner at the grave.
In your tunic of infinity,
be a marble stone and a eulogy.
art by Free People