metonymy4u

wed me to life, voice of my end
bring me a candle to die in the wind
i cannot see the train on the track

cannot build this house on my back.
it triumphed, it liquefied
the

sapped crown blood in tree light
frozen town.

and if with every when i try again
to season invisible hate, violence seeps

some
way into every space what
then?

i am telling you self
same people sangha, road tried
animal sangha of my brain:

            i love the wandering of words on the page
            i love age of life
            i love discovery

o dance of death
which is the dance

of possibility:

            when you call i don’t want you
            when i can’t marry a way forward

            i do