A Resetting of Old Footprints

I open
I open myself my eyes
My mouth - with a cry
For being
And dreams
I still see dreams
____I have not shaken
____That are not yet unreal

But air fills me
I gaspingly inhale-
Something in it will revive me

I cough and my throat
______is papery, shaking like a tossed notebook
a bird__cast off
____l__learning loudly of gravity
___speaking____crying with its wings
____Singing passionately
____Its song of all-consuming fear
Flapping, Flapping . . .
_
My eyes see fantasy
_My being is dreamstuff
_____ The air rends__ me

___________I open __.