The darkness is dark, I have given up
anguish for instability. What's re-
constituted must have been constituted once
to begin with. But to end,
to wit— to have given up
the darkness, to have given in
to insistence over instability, to have
stated the indefensible—I beg
to differ, I beg
to defer. To darkness, to absolute
absolution, to the ridiculous
fray. To default. I put my foot
down, I put my foot away. I've got to find
something else to stand on. Or is it
the other way around? I have given up
instability for you. And is this what it comes to,
a long harmonica wail, a few
repeated platitudes, sotto voce? A whack on the back
for good measure, a crack in the door.
I have given up.
The wind comes right through.
