No Great Poems Had Poets

I know
that my time here in ending so.
and I know there is another devil,
to whom my soul I could have sold.

but alas,
I have chosen seclusion
safe here, inside the cold.

I have been too bold-
as the prophecies foretold

I have torn the universe in two
I am methylene blue

now the devil weeps
I grasp the air
Twenty years of sleep
are lost and I am bare.

Mother,
I do not think he will find me here

away from the hellhounds
and from my blind sin
I rise from the blackness
and I begin again