For you,
the world.

A blanket
of time.

A surge
of dread.

In
your eyes.

For you,
the world.

The pillars,
the rubble.

Welters of war,
inner and visible.

Science, politics,
art. Leak

light into
the blossom

of
quiet.

For you,
the world

intends, supposes,
intimates.

Gives
collapse.

Gives
wait.

Gives
awake.

For you,
the world.

Your bruise,
the weakened heart.

The trust
lended.

The breath
spent.

For you,
the world.

The mere thought
already catastrophe.

The blow
blow blow

The hot to
the touch.

The want
of supper,

The membrane
of a promise.

The objects
of desire.

The properties
of fire.

For you,
the world.

The hurry
up!

A panic
call.

The I’m
better,

The I’m
nothing.

Bless the
touching you.

Bless the
fooling you.

Bless the
pick up,

the not knowing
What to do.

For you,
the world.

We
watch

Then turn
our heads

To stare
at the speed.

I
puncture.

You
puncture.

You
outlast.

Pinch your
throat

and say
Amen.