summon the delirious collarbone of your nightmares said the ones who refuse to walk away from earth spider my reflection in the darkness spoke my name as the inside out belly of a slain beast; now the half-digested wolves and boars are merely animals and no longer gods in hiding what isn't you in you shivers as you witness their eyes widen into bloodless moons from this root of roots i shall give you a name which cannot be spoken; a name in name only said the ones who broke the turning of the world off my fingers from this root of roots i shall be weak a language whose words fall off precipices of their own making summon the courage to be nothing your dreams and efforts dying in grotesque daylight said my name for you are alive and by the time you remember what you came here for; your voice is already drowned in the polyrhythms of nameless beings of the laurel forest growing out of the wealth of the dead itself a remembrance escaping from your ribcage no longer your ribcage itself a many-legged revival of the gods who have become gods once again your becoming animal is an exegesis of exiled bodies; flitting into quicksand they reappear before your flesh has had a chance to regurgitate memories and blood so you are new and ancient once again; awake and asleep at once you are a secret stowed away in your life which is no longer your life
Excellent !
What a great poem . You have an orbital Foramen full of insight !
Thank you. Feels like ages ago when I wrote this.