Wednesday, February 19, 2025

DEAD SET

It's true;
there's a secret sacred
room in you

where you daydream
great birds

and huge fish 
in dark water

and labor to translate
experience into words. 

But though you're content 
with the worth
of this arrangement, 

the halo 
of loneliness 

which serves 
as your lighting 

will diminish over time 
with the dearth 
of your returns.

How long does it take
to furnish a language?

What hellbent book 
are your days
and nights writing?