This gentle time
is plundered again before we get there,
at the jagged edge of falling in,
a romance with the need to produce
some achey harvest,
some crackling voice
leveraged to convince me
of the value of the lineage of threat
that will never bring me comfort.
By design, there is no time to rest.
There is nothing that will slow the wave of rage
that rushes in and sweeps all reasonable thinking
away.
instead of thrashing around,
I have changed my mind
and will sit
quite still
the breath
moving
like a dance,
in and out
leaving this one
precious body
as sacrifice.
