after the O before the M

 
Away

off with it

Need not a thing
where I'm headed
It's there
all of it
at once

Take from me these totems
these cloaks and daggers
of an outlaw yearning

Call this screen parchment
and scrape it down with soap flakes
placed in kerosene-
Deny the quiet ceremony
and theatrics of ritual
letting a coastline burn
with the intent
that must be forgot
to remain

Forget
to intend
to be the nursery
of an unbirthed universe

Every conceivability
not yet
or after
realization

Either way
I'm off to where
the all
accepts
its over