Tunneling Above the Pulse of Vision (Revised)

It doesn't hurt me there,

the places you don't touch me-

because

I know now

we are

just moments   away

from dying.

    Alive

it lands upon my hand;

diaphanous eyes,

tissue black-tearing wind,

learning to break inside my skin,

leaving no bruises on the air,

breathing blood through 

each dreamed incision

leaving wings,

a lighter body,

broken free,

earth's darkness opens

reaching,

born alone.