a brief history of the apocalypse

today i will
rediscover
the human body, but
tonight i will
fight sleep like
the lick of its flames
portends drowning

and with my toes
skimming the infinite
i will not let
go

i will learn a new tongue
and master the art
of undoing

and doing again

i will teethe
this skin and spin
jealously
and furiously lend
my ear
to our revelry
and quiet the same

collapse, dear
and rise again