Sauna - Mount Eerie

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 a body groans

I transform and the stars show

I don’t think the world still exists

Only this room in the snow

And the light from coals

And only this breath

I annihilate

(Abandoned breath)

All sensation

(Hanging in the branches)

And with the glowing core exposed

(The core exposed

Head first into the frozen lake

(Into the lake mid-winter)

(Cutting through all waking thoughts)

In rain and wind and blanketing night

(Shown at last)

Standing under steam rising

My life is a small fire I carry around

(Coming into a clearing)

Glowing coals on the wet ground