Just too much!

I offer my body on the altar
of strangeness-
may flowers grow out of my weariness,
may gods sprout from my aching bones,
may justice blossom above my empty
eye sockets

I'm numb and I'm dumb,
an emotional garden,
an exhausted forest,
a drunken version of spring
in which seems to be
a forgotten autumn

the vase in which they keep me
resembles a formal cage
and my limbs have nowhere to curl,
my soul is bereft of the sun,
while windy hours leave my
rooted consciousness with no time
to settle down

they need me human,
while I am all above,below
and in between,
a storm
which they have cut and shaped
into the perfect drought

so I offer my body on the altar
of strangeness-
to shape and to save
before I am
no more