A foreground blazed with looming and light
Visible and in motion as if brushed by secret currents and tides
Nothing belonged to me, not even my body
I could not call my feelings my own
The sun's hair stood on end
The sky accommodating all dark and light
Black polished, brick dusted, spotted ladybirds
Pleated wings like skywide curtains parting
For the rose resisting the inhabited forest of the heart
Accomplishing it's own private moments of growth
Visible and in motion as if brushed by secret currents and tides
Nothing belonged to me, not even my body
I could not call my feelings my own
The sun's hair stood on end
The sky accommodating all dark and light
Black polished, brick dusted, spotted ladybirds
Pleated wings like skywide curtains parting
For the rose resisting the inhabited forest of the heart
Accomplishing it's own private moments of growth
