My eyes have opened

  My heart is thumping music

  I hear

  other musics

  They do not concern me

  I am unfurling my fingers

  Stretching them through

  crustacean-red water

  My sky

  has a roof of muscle

  I can touch the sky

  With my creased fingertips

  I shall

  suspend my pigmented thumb

  in my new mouth

  I shall

  frown

  and kick myself to sleep

  I am miraculous

  I have these dreams

  This is my time

  I should like things to stay this way