A Ringing Bell

I will remain poetry

And hover above the ground.

My hands are dirty,

My hands are dirt

But my feet don’t touch the earth.

Spirit in exile,

Spirit in exile.

No cut and parry,

Above all.

No cut and thrust,

Except for now.

Now is the knight,

Now earth bound

To speak and kiss

Exist, wide awake,

Next to

The vital, the living

The fierce blood

Of a king,

Of a dragon boy,

Of a ringing bell,

Of a force.

To be a beauty

Containing

Everything

Everything

Everything

Everything

This love

This is love.

I am silkie,

I am a mermaid.

This is real,

This is real,

This is real,

This is real.

I arrive,

I arrive

Shuddering reentry.

A lightning strike,

An explosion,

A calling,

A connection.

It happened,

It happened,

You are here,

I am here.