And I'll read one more from this book.
It's called, "Inside Nothing."
"Inside Nothing."
"A sun-fed engine, the inside constant, a flower taken whole.
In the winter our wings move faster to keep the sun inside,
inside nothing.
And we fill the nothing with suns,
line them up, swallow sap, swallow field,
drop by drop, each stem a pump.
Rose to rose to rose to rose to rose to rose to rose.
Calyx and anther, all summer gone.
We move still faster, fields grow constant,
inside the color of heat.
Clinging we pull our bodies across a chain of bodies,
become the chain, climb nothing, always up, towards suns.
Line them up inside us, a flower taken whole,
a field built inside.
It rises.
Each blade, each sun."