Exile in Blue

I am cutting the invisible cords
Holding up those impossible birds.

I have turned every which way,
But there is nothing left to take,
Or right to stay.

So take my poems from me
And scatter them
Upon the face of all the earth.

I separate myself from them
And break my covenant with you.

Let the angels of mercy
Draw me up out of this pit,
And put this poet out to death.

Let the uncleanness of his words
Fall away from him,
And give him over to pure love
And acceptance.