This is the way to be pleasing
to measure time and light
to see days repeat
with solid sleep as mark between.
and yet,
I’m blind,
I’m bound
complicit in
a mind mid-drown
This is where the lies lie
past catastrophes
under the terms of surrender
where I smile, I’m fine
and yet,
deities still sing
my fingers
to their weaving
This is the list of needs to be
for the you or they
who loved without leaving
begging repent without reprise
and yet
sirens scream
fire fed be
breathe chaos deep
This is the cost I know alone
when God calls, calls, calls and calls
don’t go
to the call, be lost
This is the way to be
to seem, meet needs
consent to days repeat
to be unknown
unseen