Dissipate,
And the tethers of
My own life
Grow shorter, longer, shortening,
In some concert with what is, and
I think to myself that
In this life
Crisis hits hard as a boxer
In the ring,
I see, though I might not wish to, that
I am in a long-haul fight towards
Unknown and
My mojo hammers on me,
Buck up, you.
T told me, in an elemental
Wisdom, that P must be
Who he is, and that filled my heart,
Essence of passage and struggle,
Real as stars, and there was clarity
And then, like a selfish dreamer,
The light of this new year and my
Impulses woke me
And I said to myself,
In angst and near-delirium
You are who you are as well, woman,
You want the fire, you want the heat, and
You too want the
Light
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