underground we are all

speaking with ex static wings

 

we walk all winter over spring

where are we going?

 

a glacier rains

a monument flowers

 

how many times have I closed my mouth

around an exact moment of death

 

in the dark where we urged

the procession of days underground

 

this is how we fought with the sun

pulling a light over the arc

 

I don’t ask how I might escape

the heart makes way for one continuous sound