The Way

And now I know that I should die

for I have borne the continuum amorphous

the query that settles as the dagger into darkness

or swiftly into the soft side of the soul

opening where light has never known

for the owning of such passage belongs to its own affliction

Obliged, stilled with riddles through the wind and

stories that have settled beneath the shell

 

So is this farewell upon my branch

that flames through every state

what comes to bury is understanding

it is the maze dissecting the rat

settling in psychosis

wandering from row to row

till again, nothing understands as before

and eventual, as death shall come

the walls will be taken back with me

back to write no journey beyond their own

where we are backdrops mimesis

And there she smiles and I the sea from all its silence

the life that breathes into a flask run full

dispelled into the shell again

as love that remembers the day

that bore new language unto this known