I am half spirit, half woman

I am half spirit, half woman

I float each hour with miraculous movement

I display twirls with my arms

I flick off air with my lashes

I taste the damp cold breath

I sit open-eyed at the balmy stone air

The light bulb’s glare and the glows which abound.

I sit here like a boulder.

I am pursed up tight.

I can unwind and gush like a river

My limbs can fall like branches through the air

I feel them not

They hang like feathers

Am I alive?

My mouth open wide

My fingers are long, they hold the pen

The pen which writes

Who is writing?

Is this me?

I know not

I am half spirit, half woman.

I see the dots, the splashes, the splots.

I see everything out there.

It all seems to stare and bow down like bells of steel and cold stone and rocking branches, brick and gold.

I see it all.

It rises and rises.

The sky is velvet with a hollow voice

The hollow voice smiles

The voice reaches out

It says fear not

It says, stay true

Follow me and you will make it through

I am half spirit, half woman

If I love I will love all the way through you.