Dig through your chest,
take out your fear.
Shine it with your breath and cuff and
put it on your desk —
right there, in the middle.
Wait for slow-drawn Helios.
Then, the flecks of light it renders?—
take them. Gather them in the crook of your arm —
cascading bouquet of noonbeams.
Use them to make your own damned chariot.
© s.e. carson