the cauldron of me

this the cauldron I despise and loathe,

abhor, detest, reject. no entry for a weak,

though a passage through easily, if you please,

shoes stay on, for bother there is no need,

slush anyhow, anywhere, terrible, vile and foul,

abhor, detest, reject. no entry for a love,

though a passage through easily, if you like.

a lover exits, glassy-eyed. mud, yes, my heart

once. abhor, detest, reject. no entry for a

mother, though a passage through easily, if

you love, but not a part of i is worthy of one,

her leaving too, is clearly, although love is and

love has. been for some, surely, other loathe and

despise, abhor, detest, reject. no entry for hope,

though come be and die in me, if you would,

as you have done so many. come and be dirt

lifeless, plant never borne, but a plant that

of grief for graveyard. how I wish for clear-

cold. to freeze down the cauldron I abhor,

detest, reject, break, shard-ful, stomp,

reject, embrace, forget. forget, never may,

forget you will not, go, always and never, since

bare cauldron is death -- of who? but of who -- I

know not. no fear in my body, worse than this is hardly,

I reconcile. burning, burning, poisonous, gurgles,

ugly, deadly, deadly not, dead more. it is, inside.

it is, inside. I love to rid, yet comes never.

it is, inside. prayfully, rid. prayfully, rid.