doa angin / wind prayer

swell intracellular pathways with dust-sprinkled light.

heave that cloud brigade right into my lungs, young cunning.

open up worlds with obliteration of shadow at smallest smirk.

gun for warm honey of sun’s tongue upon persistent skins.

glow internal organs up and up ’til the throat catches shining.

contagious, hungry sheen of luminescence upon the bones of feet.

breath as a gentle lustre switch, gusting to and fro.

anyway the air blows, peace gleams: a lake cut by the moon.

sky inside all of us, recreated with exhalation.

our mouths catch the tail end of the stratosphere.

bring stars into my gullet with the next few inhales,

let me escape this world’s grating butchery, painlessly immolating

threat to limbs with cold fire of space, by vault of heaven.

i trip into gust of sour lung 

toxin-refracted dust makes for

neon sun-dipping, by and by

night comes on, a dirt blanket

for all the ‘developed’ to rejoice at spoils

inhale how free the stratosphere

thinks we are, its grief

a lullaby in your throat, its shriek

is humming a cavern to trembling