From our little hole

We must rebuild Creation

From our tiny hut

Encompass its width and glory

From our midnight bed

Expand ourselves to its edges

Let go of our boundaries

Blow ourselves up


A soaring, flying reach

Out everywhere

Become completely everything

And then when it is yours



Bend creation

Invert it down

Fold it as our wings

Straighten and tuck

Rustle and shake

Preen the universe

Master All and yourself



Ready once again to kick ass

Jack B Mills

writer, beekeeper, technician, anti-fascist

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