climbing upon a pile of wonder
so high it could never let us down
but you retain the fragrance of the inner sound
the inner turning
that stilled the ocean
the holy churning that filled us with devotion
i am hopeful yet never tired
bored to death of these disposable hearts
sordid lovers unclutter my mind
free me from the binds i’ve tied
i’ve tried to remind you
over and over
of the ways we deny our soul’s purpose
sweat and shadows
hug them tighter
and let the blindness overtake you
i am the form of swarms of salmon
in solid honeycomb they weep
if your fingers held my own
then we’d rejoice in spite of tragedy
and sing for the weeks we had no sleep
i am confused by stories
in which the princess doesn’t find her power
our hunger has overtaken us
and now we demand our pay
sweep under your bed
and in the corners of your heart
sordid are the moon’s tales
of pursuing beauty like the wind pursues the sails
i swiftly conquered my disgust
at seeing you with another man
for if you have no more feelings for me
than on what ground does my suffering stand