Sunday, June 2, 2013


I’ll make you jump off a cliff
Even if you wouldn’t.
I am omnipotent, highly coveted.
My fingers, a cornucopia
Of desires writhing with ink
On fibers, lifeless fibers.
Oh, not pity.

Let the Sargasso drive you
But do not dive.
Do not dive.
I have no intentions,
No intentions to mirror depth
On waves.
Oh, the waves.
How are the waves?

I’ll feed these fibers to flames.
I’ll feed myself to flames.
I am ungraspable,
Never omnipotent,
Never highly coveted.
I’ll feed them to fire
for warmth, for light.
Yes! I will write about fire!

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