I didn’t take your
words, though I wanted them. You
always startled me.



Oh everlasting fire of my eyes,
They twinkle, move in circles.
I can’t be seen, they’re holding me fast.
Stillness, stay here with me.
I move with my rage when it comes,
And we take for it’s given. Falling
chalices, they’re golden. Now
What is left is smoke,
The endless rain
Of trailing accolades. She is free,
Freedom itself. Nothing can be sure.