I have come to this desert,
and know thirst.
I would feed on the gods,
I would be fed by secret streams,
I am in possession of a secret flame.
It rises up, this soul-heat.

From whence did it come,
from what desert-god?
It is born in me,
I bear it.

I am fed by secret streams.
I will find them.
When I travel beyond where earthly eye can see,
I navigate with a new eye.
New, old, it is beyond age.

This eye, these wings,
I am carried far.

Joan Ann Lansberry, October 4, 2010