Recently wet, the pool sat on the line
Attaching the boulders
A faulted breath between its ancestors
Faulted farther
As a meridian
Begging for a purpose between the planes
Peeing in the crevice forming into a rock
That i am leaning into,
Gathering heat from
If I provide it the
Wear and tear
In the only liquified form
Of myself
I am conducting a gatekeeper’s gaia
To transition between
The bridged twin-spirit
Is the one buried to the earth
Let it go
There
Because it was always lost there anyway
There
Because it was always lost there anyway