I have no allegiance to victories
and burdens. I refuse to understand
the blotched vocabularies of power.
I want to inhabit wracked syllables
that writhe inside some celestial hive.
I want the darling wreck in me to speak
to the darling wreck in you, truthfully,
about the fears that anchor us to earth.

I want the fawn in me to greet the fawn
in you; I want to see the god, astride
the poplar copse, hidden in your heartache.
Let the armies of angels embodied
in us right now burn together as one
nation, incarnate in light and striving.
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