I.
Somewhere within me a bird cries out chillingly.
I am its master.
I cannot save it.
Its sighs chain me.
I cannot respond to such intensity.
I cannot feed a chasm.
It is a crow that cackles.
It has fooled me, it has chained me.
It is my hungry beak that sighs
for I could consume many worlds.
I am so hungry I could consume the whole world
and it would be gone and I would be hungry,
and if you should try to feed me, you will die,
and I will starve.
There is no sacrifice to redeem me.
I have taken communion.
I have drunk wine-blood.
There is no god within me,
no savior.
II.
My body is tortured by the mysterious sea lion
who swallows the sea every night.
I lie against a rock on the sand.
In the day the sun blazes down.
I am so weak and yet don't die.
If I could but reach the sea and
be swallowed by that sea lion
I could live in insanity in the sea in its belly.
III.
Understand me
I have no words for the stunted wanderer.
I am entering a temple.
It is not of the spirit.
I am not of the body or of the spirit.
I have a master who is neither of these but who owns
my life and breath.
It is night.
It is a dream.
I am tired.
I have worked all day and all night for the monster
who has followed me for many months.
It is within me that I flee.
I have a face that no one sees.
I stay in an enclosed space.
My relatives place me in the middle of the floor
where I am taken for a closet.
The guests hang their coats on me
and their unwanted belongings they stuff
deep
into my open mouth.
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