“The point is not to find a reader, the point is the telling itself.”
–Anne Carson
thought arises like sacrifice
burning flesh and ash to heaven
within the word before the word
and then gone at the last
I struggle inside and desire
response without prerequisite
outside ventures to initiate
myself into fire’s circling dance
darkness gathers on the edge
and whispers to the flames
let me in let me through
let me sing this night to you
no other hears the flutter
of soft footsteps in the dust
(January 17, 2017)
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