A rainy thought about myself

My judgment relaxes its birdflight

Free to fly ‘tween heaven and hell, my crown

Mid-air, it settles into the everywhere

And in the land of my being, you’re there, g

In the more-than-nous that’s become of me

For a sovereign land, without love, what do I care?

I see more of God/dess than I thought alive

As if, when I relax my sight, I see you in that land, dear

You’ve always landed, in being with me, there