no point in swallowing
i let it roll
from the corners of my lips
overfull and
unfed...
the buck with
its golden horns
its nostril rimmed
with gold
as if it were
a statue,
so still.
the scent of pine
almost blue
in the nose
i was not choking.
i was not choking.
i was not falling
into the pool,
the water so clean
spotlessly clean
because everything
in it
turned to gold
and drifted
to the bottom.
i do not dare you now
because there is nothing to dare,
i am so still
i was not alone
because god lifted me
in his golden palm.