Sit with the (w)hole

Turn off the lamp so that I may see you,

so I may feel myself

Our own embers are bright burning visible now to soft eyes

And I can feel the heat of my salt stinging tears

Do you know my sadness? Yes, I think so.

This is the very moment I want to turn away

What happens if I wait inside breath and face the hollow man?

If I allow the scream?

If I walk on shards of glass instead of around and away,

will you wrap my bloodied feet in the end?

Because I cannot turn away and there is nowhere else to go –

I am my own ground.

All I want is to know my light

Come with me –

After all, we are all tender bags of bone and light,

light and bone.