I gather the Sun in my body
my arms outstretched Above
I am an Open Mountain
blown clean off to be One with
It and Receive the Life
and the Cancer
like Priestess or Lion
all Earth’s tears droughting
to let us wither together
to be Dust again
in the Holy Beams that give
Pulse to the System
we possessed by White and Gold
Light in the Empty
O how the Truth does Blind us
with Vitamins
since Saplings we Stretch
Speak of the Glory and the Shame
Unbound and Widened
Omit Nothing