Ever the Night, Ever the Sunrise
Ever the scratches beneath the surface,ever those that swim up to thegasping like lightning in a lake with a rope swing.I broke my fingertips. I broke my tonguebut really was it all that terrible?an ocean rushing through a pinprick,the whole universe tear-dropping from an eye,a painting no one wants, raucous fuguespicked up by smaller and smaller birdsglutted with ephemerides, already 85% sky.It’s not that we all don’t try. Everthe magnificent piles of previous raids,glass beads jammed in the cracks of sidewalks,ever the scarecrow with bees for a mind,the cloud with a door in it outsidethe hospital, the glove in a rosebush,sex-life of jasmine, behemoth risingfrom the debris, another cathedralbuilt by ants swept to sea. Ever I too am swepttowards you, ever will I never see you again.A man who musters a wolf is onlyhalfway there. Always put your best footin the fire.
