i yearn to a burn for the original self
ache once again to come to life there
this time not for myself to torch my self
but for the waves to sear to death my sphere
to lull my cleansed eternal birth
upending the end to its final girth
as if to lay down to sleep the infant self
~ This poem was one of my three contributions for the upcoming August 2015 issue of The Year of the Poet, a monthly book series published by Inner Child Press, Ltd.