The Blue Bird

Stretched tight against skin
With all the others laughing
The internal rhythm
Driving down.

All hope is madness
In the eyes of us.
Transfiguration of the holy
And the love wants to kill.

Let me out from
In here.
I’d touch you with my bones,
And set you on fire with
My soul.

Peace in the palm
And death on the rise.
In the blue bird
I’d sigh.

~ by K.I. on July 1, 2008.