Something with light

I've never liked beginnings either.

Light comes in swinging
                              uninvited

(Meanwhile      we are the wheel
                               we were just invented
                                                      from love)

Our body is a room in which anyone hasn't killed
                                                  anything yet
a different time
                       we've been told

and so we take the road
as taking a gun
and make ourselves a heart

Beginning is the garden with the white rabbit
where we first met our pain

               (our wound was crafted
                      we were made land birds)         

And there is the light  messing with us                             
                         penetrating the flesh
 Light as a pale and arrogant
                         little sun
 which has never turned us into flames
                     sadly