Becoming

With clarity in my vision I step off the cliff-edge

to ride on the back of a beam of light.

My head explodes inside my mind,

I am thinking aloud and my thoughts have no voice.

To speak is human, I speak a language

and my language has no vocabulary.

Where I am, the space is filled with sky

and I fill the sky with invented voices.

My body is inside another body which is not mine.

Her lips spell me out and it is the silence.

With silence I erase my invented sky,

And, bit by bit, I become myself in solitude.