Here is Not Rescued

Surrounded by chaotic circular streets

the screech of homeless

city raccoons vs. home-broken cats

shredding decaying

TJ pre-package meals

the only thing that heaves

is the dance of the sea

I look no longer

into the eyes of the beast

but I cover myself with

the skins of redwood trees

outlining the horizon

west-cliff, east-cliff

edge of the world cliff

out of logic

out of visibility

divided by two years ago

one year ago

and as I

substantiate flight

I dissolve

with each step

on this earth