my heart plunges ahead
into hours that will be,
uncertain of its place
moving through rooms
made foreign
devoid of light
time and place
rush within the walls of me
as rapid as this pulse
autonomous, wild
above the trees
the waning moon
glows faintly
she's also the introvert
pulling at the deepest crevices
of Vishuddha and Anahata
from the woods
coyotes howl and bark
as if I woke them
