to write
the next line
word

any symbol

because
of infinite
possibilities


I write a few syllables

and see
too many that

need erasing.

pages of white
   with my heart
laid upon. outlive
   the hand that
did write you
    in blood
then be gone.
    Never yellow
nor fade
    nor lose any
trace of the
    songs I have
made with my
    heart, if not grace.