[here they come, from the tree of life]

here they come, from the tree of life

down the shutes of ducts:

sacred balsam trickles

i will not wipe these tears away

i will allow, like sap accretes on sap, 

the vital elixir

  more flexible than sap

to mark where 

my life opened

and the pulse of life flowed through

over time, over the bark of my skin

around my eyes, amber fountains

create waterfalls over crags

can't you see them, 

even now, 

diaphanous, glowing

why it helps us feel across, 

these ghostly flows, slow

and potent

around the eyes, their staying 

power, geographies of pain 

and tender, each to each