it is the thing that is happening

no big deal, huh
just the way
things are and

indeed, I have
made this note
to myself

found my way
to the path
what will be

"you must change your life"

I am ashes
I am burning
I am whole

it happens
over and over
backwards and forwards

I understand why

I was cold
so I stood
in the rain

on the edge
of the step
rocking

I return

to the bag
of magic unknown
warm, I rest

knowing the images -
I've been pissing ashes
for weeks

odd morning

too tired to put on the clean sheets
I slept with them next to me in a pile

naked - not wanting any clothing on my body
under the heavy quilt

in morning I awoke with muddled confusion
a new strange sensation

it was a book, softcover, shiny
stuck to my nipples

no idea how I managed it