I
Need to
Coax all ties
Reap magic lies
Born to the full again for one more time
Rinse suffering in electric blood spoons
To healthy salt spires of church and nave

I
Need to
Hold peace size
Leap alibis
Fortitude through failures alive as sin
Upright to the heckling posture of truth
Hooked to happy swirl huts in the Ozarks

I
Need to
Hang my thighs
Up to fruit flies
Casting ribs with letters marked by chasm
Return to ****** dancing at dawn
And rise up to the untamed scrutiny