auspicious turn,
I'm the Flesh
made Word—
because I'm always attempting
to be just the thing
to spurn the unconscious
and burst forth
from your mouth—
because I long to degrade
on the waves
of midair ringing
til I land like a seed
in the mind
of you interlocutor
and bloom into
the sweetness of a greater
understanding—
because I was built
to live forever,
but I cannot bear the wait,
and on a page, I can't stop
leading, always leaning
towards an answer—
and lastly, because
I am never content
to just be myself;
I always
have to mean
something else,
whether or not
I can mean something
great.
