an arc of varied images but one desert
within me (or as I am, with it, is)
illicit substances grown by the heat of a star
presented in forking paths

candelabras, tabernacles, chandeliers, gateways
suspended in sunlight, in gardens

I am a storehouse of motifs

battling hunger
soft mourning
familiar furniture but different in scale
subtle shifting positions
the blessing of young flesh

placing frequencies in the hand of others
cradling the open wounded, diseases in the hallway

an arc of varied deserts but one image