I can breathe but my breath is a facsimile
This mask is a mirror and my heart is photosynthesis…
like a hazelnut
I am holding too. Only my grasp on life is stronger and more bitter and more wanting and more strife
And I am all that isn’t peace.
SAY YOU’RE PEACE
and I am all that isn’t joy.
SAY YOU’RE JOY
and I am all that was always love.but it is dark.and I am cold.and I can only see the root of the root
There are those standing with me who knew the million mouths of the tree and sang in the chains like the sea
And I am wanting to be this one. To stop quoting wildly and be this one.
Among the ones. Who saw the thing and said
.only I did see it. When I wasn’t me. When I wasn’t I.
But there are no words and I have left my frame of reference and though
TRY AS I MIGHT
to carry god with me I can hardly fit her into my backpack
She is always escaping.