"Esprit de Corps."
What do we ask of a body to form an arrangement called beauty,
to gather the form and send it forward,
to go forward and be received.
Some days, I can't reach.
A body draws its borders and requires.
The hand closes on desire.
The mouth opens for an offering--
a form rising to its need.
What is a body worth?
What is permitted?
The eyes swallows what is owed.
What has been, will be.
In the dream, I am unbound and vary the state
of secrets I can't keep.
I speak and I speak.
Time was.
I was nothing with a body like that.
What will be asked of me?
To be faithful to the ground we've cut up and covered.
To be beholden.
To be seen and therefore to be seen.