Sauna

Out past beyond the field

Inside the birches

Under rising steam:

A small room

To prove I don't exist

To show that I am beyond

This animal form

And this lost mind

Or am I?

The wood heats up and cracks

And pulls apart

The way the body groans

I transform and the stars show

I don't think the worlds still exists

Only this room in the snow

And the lights through the cold

And only this breath

I annihilate

O, abandon breath

All sensations

(Hanging in the branches

And with the glowing core exposed (exposed)

Exposed

Head first into the frozen lake

Into the lake mid-winter

Cutting through all waking thoughts

In rain and in wind and rain and blanketing night

Shown

Standing under steam rising

My life is a small fire I carry around

Coming into a clearing

Glowing coals on the wet ground