The Verdict

The verdict is the boundary
And the boundary is the void
She has beautiful ocean eyes
But a long sharpened stick keeps poking them out
And she must reinvent vision through
milky white lies

The spank of the earth spins her
and her body falls weak
Buckled under her self same power
She has gone some stellar distance
An engine thrust toward self same light
Like a flower

When she freezes, aghast
One might ask Why? Or sigh
Or pull out one's hair
and let it fly on her wind
But she doesn't care
She is thinking about her own body now
its curves and chasms
a canyon like seventh marvel
Carved in stone her passionate sin

But alas, this is the wager: that winter will come
with its restructured sleep schedule
And she will be buried in ice
And the winds will carve her randomly
Howling at her shuttered windows
While higher in the atmosphere
Her dust will rise and rise and rise