I had to go further into memory. I never said a name. I
had to analyze the broaching. The mind of one moving through strategies, if but
to hurt a soul, pulling at emotions. I ache the love of the two that hate me. Boundaries
like myths. Allegories like havens. The cave like iconic. Don’t think like me.
A warrior at battle—can’t see the light. I save a prayer for the living, and
one for the dead. Rereading Maccabees. Never quite born enough. Making fights
inside. The blood of the stars, the liquids of the earth, the whole life a damn
mistake! Eyes watching the prosperity: agreeing, disagreeing, wresting inside
over each other. I remember more. I hope she’s doing according to her will. I hope
she adores the soul clipped at edges. If accomplished, so vile, I wonder who
carries the match. I came to instruct, to one is a great burden, to teach is an
ultimate onus.
