Life is not one thing in me.
\nI am looking into a cauldron.
\nIs that what I will be someday,
\nI ask?
\nAll those faces.
\nThey depend on me to answer,
\nbut my lips are tight.
\nPain puts me in a place.
\nPrayer loses me.
\nMemory is my imagination.
\nHold me, my beloved.
\nMy geography is you.
\nI have no place to go except your center.<\/p>\n
The puzzle that I am
\nis what a wing has moved
\nand left behind.
\nDaylight passing strange.
\nA poem composing itself.
\nA love that does not wear out.
\nA frustration
\nto be removed from where
\nmy soul is standing.
\nI want to be inside my beloved.
\nTo be the ache of life
\nrefusing to die,
\nand not lose the scenery
\nthat is heaven in what I see.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Life is not one thing in me. I am looking into a cauldron. Is that what I will be someday, I ask? All those faces.…<\/p>\n