but for this madness

but for this madness

i do not understand

and so i drive my body to obelisk, a sacrifice in being, a whore, a knife

i walk silver strident

   something in the rock shines like ice when the sun rises

a crucible

and all about the sky a silver belt

and i count my loves like 

   something in the sky around the stars that shine is vague like rock

and i remain so alone

and i do not understand

blessings all around

with tomorrow coming fast

these bodies

these bodies are our doorways

i kiss these bodies



going places

face

what do we hide (and from whom) and what do we choose to reveal

and just who do we think we're protecting?



body