I will go
where I have to go.
Follow
where I have to follow.
I will change.
I will become myself.
Stone by stone.
Tear by tear.
Where will I be?
How will I end?
Who will take me to their arms
and quiet me?
There is no sound beyond me.
There is no voice calling me.
Only the storm of my poems.
Only the hunger of my love
tells me where I am.
Wherever my place,
in the end
I will find my beginning.
So it is to die
and be alive.