The Folding of the Years — poem

At night I scream for you…

As the year came to a close, I remembered your chaos

At night I scream for you

My body red and blue

As sirens flash, bright bruises you left

When you said we had to part

But your name is sacred now

Holy now, as Heaven ground

And now I’m choosing to shoot or pound

My head, dead as

The dire wolf

There’s nothing but veins and brains in there

Oho! If you saw these wan eyes now

Tossing in water like a bow

I find myself thinking if God is here

Or wondering, am I Him?

Spirits manifest in me

Oh yes, Creation clings to me

But I’m uneasy in my stance, and

I see you want to flee

So, there is a tick in me

Clockwork or a sucking flea

You gravitate with wealthy wisdom, yet

There’s not a heart so wholesome

I can’t stop saying your name

Oh! Quite apparently

A name so plain, so deranged, so

It drives me past insane

I lift my voice the best I can

Nothing left here, so I go

To get through, and I fear

That it’s near

The new year.

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Be well. Thank you for reading.

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