I would like to burn this down
i would like to see it melt
in yellow and observe a cloud
of blackness rise
watch it rise as it is
wrath himself.
watch it rise. crows will flee
the scene as if to remind me
how long it's been since
i have seen a dove. melt in
yellow as i do. exhaustion
and mother of tribulation.
wound by wound. i torture myself.
wound by wound. i will persevere.
whiteness.
present yourself, as i know you are
the sky and anchor of my being.
what we've known turns to paper.
what we've known is like cigarettes.
formaldehyde fingers.