Una Corda

This was not physical. 
Which part of your psyche, 
I would touch? 

Sometimes you swing 
without a rope. A chasm 
appears, then vanishes. 

Blindfolded you open 
a death door to see the fall. 
The deep pain bifurcates. 

The distance was increasing 
between clouds. A crack 
of light burns the dark. Animals 
awake. 

You remember a yawn 
of cosmos. Someone becomes a fever, 
high as sun, in earthen heart.