In Longing Leaps This Language

how long a
multiplicitous metamorphosis,
this liquid chrysalis.
not to dismiss death but to find it
in the breath becoming
each new stillness or step.
all desire drifts you,
this shifting trail of tales.
all story makes glory possible
even in peril
often only dance allows the chance
for pure state whether
dance of the soul's weather
or how the body relates without hesitation
or needing to understand it,
seems simultaneously open to everything,
one true song singing through you in
each moment plucked from infinity
by this mutable reflection,
anima and animus in each direction.
my dreaming daimon,
eschatological staccato,
beings with bravado
on the ceilings of tomorrow.
does memory borrow self
or self borrow memory?
these evolving maps of history,
your body being such a map
snapped to animal attention-
which animal?
animal witch,
unstitched time space fabric
elastic force without futility,
a harmony in humility.
all this, your own
inner investigation to
get to everyone
if i am you and you are me
and such all some light of sun.
music is your medicine,
laughter is your rhythm,
a currency relieving the captivity
of your own heart held in dark hostage
for daily random ransoms.
i know one one thing,
i am no thing.