Lost in the sky is the fear I have of being the star.
Lost in the light rays stinging is the question that appears as a red wave.
Burst of bud rays is the first ray that thinks it.
First burst of bud rays and I love if I love in it.
Torture is the one that wants you back in the small backwaters.
Slow motion scream with enveloped pockets of wind.
So sure to see what one misses when one is in the one of the thing.
So sure to see it is not what one was but what one is that is it.
-Nina Alvarez
Poem of the Month 
I enjoy watching the progress of your work. This one is the best so far in my eyes, anyway. Keep flapping your wings!
Do you know this mutational poet, bill bissett?
http://www.library.utoronto.ca/canpoetry/bissett/poem2.htm