Underneath the desert sands,
the urgent wind of my spirit slides and wanders.

In between the wing-feathers, the tail-feathers,
my whisper finds its holy breath.

Turning in the ocean’s endless coils,
the sweat of dreams my bones exude.

Raining down as light from stars,
bound and freed within that long and fertile blackness;

the luminous translations of my heart’s mortal pulses.