Out and Back From Another Episode

dust and still

I thrill

with particularity

starring in lost skies, I

summon my own gazers, admiring

abhorring, shoved by my pull, so moved –

dreamt up transport my body and voice, for one, believed

across an empty field on the hospital grounds

my name seemed every where and why, whispered almost senseless

but still, the single drop of raw concern

was real, quaveringly, my star

spilled, the gazers

scattered, I

sifted

down

dust and still