If Anyone Ruled the World

Tangled among frayed disarrayed masses 

Witness of chaos 

I cannot see the edges of the horizon 

From flatlands where the dirt dances gathers flickers 

Drying up ocean matter 

Shriveled under saturated sun sap 

Sand sticks to my skin 

Layers of compacted flesh, one made of the other 

Tracking movements of the Earth: 

Ancient rivers, ringlets from the crown of your head 

Your distilled remains guide me 

To someplace… some place 

Cradled into a sunlit canopy, 

Can it be? 

The crux of lush lather 

Legs of legs, beaded bodies beneath blunted bark, branches 

Your hymn is the hum of the river that gathers 

Oh, my eyes, do not flutter interrupt my vision of a being 

beautiful baring glistening unbroken valleys upon her chest 

The mountain of her back contrasts the bulbs of her tresses 

Tender hands stained by clay, sustained segments, ridges 

Weaving a triad of tough brittle existence into interlocking smooth 

Silk of fate