sitting here and in between

I am just sitting here between
the worlds of night and day
mesmerized by the coming of dawn
I am breathing harder than the movement of time
my anticipation extinguishes the aspiration 
of one into another being
and I hover over myself and the landscape
becoming an observer to my own destiny
I see myself breathe in deep
and pool into a puddle of the night sky
I am no longer solid
but a mass of liquid tar glistening with the lotion of dew
stacked in blending curvatures
I try to extend outward and upward to no avail
finally I roll
rippling across the horizon
until I reach the edge to the sun
and then I burst
exhaling
becoming a mass of drifting starlings
without wings or beaks 
or feet
I simply float swirling as a cloud of soft down
turning with purpose
threading the sky as a school of feathered fish
fishing upon droplets of being
the inside of me has become flesh
and I descend reassembling myself
inside out in the wisdom of the earth