Incantations alchemise all languages

with language powerful things can be done and undone.
How many times did the language lay you

bear enough to make another unafraid of themselves?
Even when you are lost for words

it is language that disappears?
I hear it all and I am not alarmed,

the little-feathered baby serenading the rushing tyers grip.
I see it all and I am not alarmed,

the devotion begging for a love that is only inside,
the carousel whirling around

the same story of misfortune.
This world is quiet in describing her beauty

she says, come and watch me do all the things that don’t make sense,
she says, I believe in you

even when you choose to tear at the hem of your humanity—
for the sake of my aliveness

I write elegantly always,
even if what I have to say is seemingly empty and dry

In preparation for the big feelings.
I write elegantly always

so when they arrive,
for these eternal etchings

soft bedding awaits,
and no struggle for

elegances dulls them.