Robert James Berry


My eyes have opened
My heart is thumping music

I hear
other musics
They do not concern me

I am unfurling my fingers
Stretching them through
crustacean-red water

My sky
has a roof of muscle

I can touch the sky
With my creased fingertips

I shall 
suspend my pigmented thumb
in my new mouth

I shall
and kick myself to sleep

I am miraculous
I have these dreams
This is my time

I should like things to stay this way

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