Become,

Cling to heaven's gates, climb
faster, quicker until the
sun surges in streams and
consumes this woven tomb

Form steadfast in the bosom of dusk
I can taste this twilight as a
smolder on the tongue, feel it
pour an infinite sky down the throat

Hope knocks to rattle the
graveyard within the chest,
buries them to their own and
fills the space with new seeds

Unfold the self as paper
Creased but not torn
Untie the soul from sorrow
Bruised but not bound

Half of living is pain and the
other a glory and flame
Half of loving is an ache and the
other a beauty to rewake

Change the metaphor of seeing so you
breathe out of the eyes
Like waves to bathe the body, let
light flood into the lungs, leak the
daytime to the blood bright dawn

God sits at the wayward places
-carves a home out of the dirt
And in my heart I saw the
luminous mountain, growing ever
taller 'gainst the background of the sun