I Will Find You
I WILL FIND YOU
The stars have swirled to the nucleus of barbed guile
I remain the salience of their ridicule, left-toed stubbed,
Never to find or to be found!
I am the whirlwind
the earth is cliched of my fruitless wanderings.
I am the sun
with sporadic fatigue under my soles.
I am the moon
with day my bosom, in a duel with night;
Seeking for my dismembered being gifted with jinxes by the gods.
In the fruitful futility of my voyages,
I have ceaselessly cuddled the messiah
ardent to umbra alert eyes:
my flesh splayed by the ...