i look back
and i can't seem to feel it
but i do
and you know-
and you see right thru
it's golden hurt
that lasts always...
and the way that it hurts
is the worst.  but it works my heaven bones
and it drones orchestral
a violent choir of jubilation and startled sparrows !
you leave me no choice and that is beautiful.
my slavery is so free
i could leave you
to come back
to me.

by now.