Screaming

Something’s screaming: “Live it, my soul.” And some-

thing’s screaming: “Perish, my shame.” What is this

universe? a solid name, few disputes, friends and life-

bonds. I asked a goose—a goose asked me. I saw a

fox, and asked her flame. A basin is filled with tears—

to wash a mystic’s feet. Tell God, it’s on, I vow my

worth.

I’m unknown and typing, seeking repentance. A soul

has been given, dying, multiple lives. A girl has been

driven, crying, multiple sighs. What is this universe?

cursed, forgiven, and steady repenting. I fly ethics, enlove

with sin, crawling to an altar. I rive slow, athirst the

holy. I pick designs, screaming: this is my life?

From brick to abstract and in between: my palms

screaming: “Ink.” Love has been so gentle, and rough

around the sand dunes. I must apply, a rapid force,

bound to the hells. And so to live a bold collage—my

heart.