my atoms

have always loved your atoms.

you caught me off guard
like a subway pulling too
quickly

out of Ossington Station

(I couldn’t ground myself)

you remind me of my last breath:
taut, slight but necessary

stay

with me

I still feel your words
growing up my spine
there are dead roses
covering my sheets from you

and although he picked them up
and wrapped new vines
around my front door
and gifted me jars filled with conversation

the tattooed pilot wings on his chest
are reminiscent of yours flying above me

I don't know how to live,
How to operate this body
Successfully
In this place that I thought
Was mine.

I don't know how to love,
How to share the value of
Mattering
When I've forgotten why I thought
I ever did.

I don't know how to hope,
How to fight thru hate and be
Standing tall
When ignorant haters and deceitful friends are
At the helm.

I don't know how to breathe,
How to act before I leave,
The things to say and do
Without Hope and Love
Here to guide me.

As a stranger to myself, I'm the only heart left here to say goodbye. So, on behalf of myself...
Goodbye.

303

The Soul selects her own Society—
Then—shuts the Door—
To her divine Majority—
Present no more—

Unmoved—she notes the Chariots—pausing—
At her low Gate—
Unmoved—an Emperor be kneeling
Upon her Mat—

I’ve known her—from an ample nation—
Choose One—
Then—close the Valves of her attention—
Like Stone—