You Can

Whatever you do

Don’t Look Back

There’s a mirror behind you

And it’s black

It’s heavy

And stained with soot

Whatever you do

Look ahead

It’s clear

Well, mostly

But it’s empty of fire

Empty of ash

“But it’s filled with nothing!”

I cry out

Against my narrator

My god

My author

My lonesome companion

Who I do not know

And she replies

That’s right

That’s why

You have strong hands

A muscular back

Made for work

A heart of carbon

Flexible and a conductor

Of energy abound

So build

Whatever the hell

You want

I am not

Your god