and I still dream about the dark lights
trying to break out from my ribs
thrumming stories in pinpoints on my limbs

searing my skin like clean silver
fingers willing against a heart resisting
my own terrors laid open as though
overlaid on my skin
these maps would suddenly become legible
instead of deeper shadows, instead of
twisted wraith paths that curve the mind
beckon for my attention
like white palms curling towards me
red of flared torches carrying me away
starred sky far off and glimpsed

while I, passed out and on my back
fixate with cold smile on preparations
for the moment when I will begin
this long coming one way dive
to dig out the stars burning beneath
this pale questing skin