

I own I ownI own by *dragon-fly-to-me
a hunger
to escape inside myself,
to soar into the endless ether-
the vibrant oxygen free place
from which I was
created
I need
to drown a little
in my quiet blood, my silent bones-
concealed for the moment
from haunted beautiful eyes
that refuse to see (I am)
enough
I dream
of desolate men and places
solitude bleeds into silence
where
the hard fist of loneliness begins to crush
and
isolation strangles
as I
struggle to even breathe my air,
the essence of
not hi n g.