You entered by stealth. Like a soul in a spirit, like
salt in a pill. You’re by measures,
by sun-glance, by rivers to omens. I approach with hesitance, sea pains,
octopus’ ink, so deliberate! What was it then, in sheer darkness, befriending
some inkling inside? the tales so tall, the frames so narrow, without a feature
to call by terrestrial landscape—so esoteric, so passed the chase, an adventure
made irregular—to wonder—if they love you, if they’ve died the sundown
miseries. Sade in excellence—digging more out—so human it hurts. It seems crazy
it must ache, hurt, churn a measure. To approach with caution, unraveled a
tease, wondering as we do, enflamed, upset, bothered as we are; a high loft,
never ending, angry forever—the cries of lands, soil with skeletons, seen
suffering through other’s eyes. Time
to stop watching what we adore the most—time to expand.
