You Are

' I don't know desire other than the need
  to be shattered and rebuilt.'

               - Ocean Vuong


Raw, a shredded self
ripped from the vine
lands in obscurity
torn from its fruition.
A sky

dims in its awareness.
Thrown, ejected
smearing into unreception
as loneliness seeps
into evey crevice of
your inner wall,
your sanctum,

it burns itself alive.
It writes itself down
in chalk on pavement
just before it rains,
its story untold.

It learns to speak
after reading its own
tale unredacted
by time and memory.
It is tatooed into

the walls of your skin
before it disappears.
You are cut from its cloth,
its sheath of unholyness
lives in your bounty.
Say you will

recieve its one image.
Say you will enter into it
and become it briefly,
ecstatically and exquisitely.
You are omnipotent

and more than immortal
in God's minute detail.
You are a permanent;
the stain that never
released itself from

this world.

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