metonymy4u

because I’m convinced no peoples would ever accept me,
i walked right up to life and let go. what
was not mine being everything trailed lately
behind. it was feeling only feeling that kept pushing back.
to promises recorded in ink. alone though soon i read through one single night

every book ever scribed. therein as supposed
were found the charmers of evil— you, youth, parents,
and institutions. but i no longer felt compelled to get permission to live.
i turned authors into themselves and pictured what might happen
when one sinks behind beginnings or desire is milked
by the light of an atomic dawn.

i said deliver wisdom to the world and let the wisdom do the work.