Not impassible.
Buried in snow, I
will bring back my moon.
There was no divination.
I still stand on my legs.
I will not talk about shadows
or any haloes. An urge to find
unknown. Touching the feet?
No I don't submit to body.
No rewards. No citation.
I will walk alone in the jungle
of prying eyes, in my
visible bones.
The flame-test. The truthless
blames, and a naked god.
I have come faraway from my childhood.