resting assured

i believe i am breaking:

there is a stone

in my chest

and the sky calls it forth

echoing—strangely—

it is the horizon

and i become one

of many suns.

there is a room waiting

for a door, waiting,

with a space inside

for me.

i am calling it forth,

and it becomes me,

and i speak to the clouds in

fiery tongues.

there are words lavished upon me—

i am silent, for fear,

for waiting,

if this is my breaking—