to live as one

fragmented pieces; ice pick, pic axe:
words split
and here you are yearning to fuse
but where’s the fire?
racing along timelines
dutiful pen checking off boxes
one by one

stay wilder than the wind
stray far from everything- ice pick, pic axe:
to your fragmented self
and fill in all the crevices
become one
and burn with all the lightning
set ablaze and
one by one
you become part of the god
that birthed you
into existence