impressions of the first vision, a poem

I too. Fought the dark away 

Gripped the moss underneath me writhed under the weight 

Lucifer slipping his fingers around my lungs

Watching the world go quiet

Lights going out 

Till the earth held its breath and toxins killed many 

But as the earth bent 

And dirt poured from her mouth to bury our dead

She healed herself from within 

And we needed a reminder

That we are guests here 

In her body 

Her liver cleared 

Of tar in her oceans

Creatures returned to the forests

Ignited by fear 

Joseph bent from the center. 

He called upon God 

Help me 

but no one answered