He said to his father
“Send the youth with me
that flickered
movement
agile and free
We will get up
And walk
after the
deep plunge
try to rise
Live
And not die
ropes of loss
of death
of hollows
of names not called
things not ours
dead that don’t rise
to return
when seeds sprout
I am his bond
Seek him from my hand
ties
deeper than possession
That demand:
recognize
to whom
with whom
what have you done?
deeper than desire
never escaped
the shadows cast by days
darkening each way
I am the repository of the asking
seek from my grasping
fist,
prized open
If I do not bring him to you
Present him to your face
in a place sans profit
where gain hollows in sacks
face you
swallowed in his presence
and say
I will no longer
sin to you
All of the days
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