Let your mind just slip away,
before the steps collapse.
Rearrange your perspective —
tilt it to the sideways, downhill
slide of a mountain roaming
up and down.
Never let tired eyes relax because
they are young, fresh from sleep,
sending spasms of pain that react,
even cry at the beauty that’s been seen —
what you thought was only possible in dreams.
Change your vision —
keep your heart beating with the noise
you heard in the forest, startling you,
tripping over twigs, stumbling over
white skeletons that curve around your legs.
The only path we want to take is easy.
What I think we need is unlimited symmetry
stretching over the mountainous expanses
of the mind, plunging into the body
and returning inverted, like the spirit
we knew we always had and the inescapable
life we broke through to find.