you were asked to rise out of the soil,
unsoiled - rollerblading through life in a pristine cocoon
of metaphors and whateverfications.
you were deemed necessary by
the Sun God - you were to provide the insanity of the
night. Disco-dancing on Lorca and Cavafy’s graves and doing lines
of the dust of the dead - you were lost.
Yet poet, guard yourself in the darkness
from the threat of living. It may be too dangerous,