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burn with the wind
send my ashes
a burial amidst sand
from this cage
where I scream
and rustle my leaves
with the question of
what’s at the end
all I get
is more of the same damn thing
hand in hand
with the ghosts of my ghost
they echo
“solitude's not always profound
you’re the same as a mirror
for a dust mound”
can I keep holding, holding on
keep on plucking these strings till I’m gone
can I keep playing untuned chords
end longing for things I’ll never know
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ampersand
didn’t learn a thing
path's waist high deep
from all my encircling
now I’m beached
on the cusp
of my over-bleached cuffs
singing bad songs
I can’t even sing
in the end
subsets
of who I am
bear the dreams
of Gods and dead suns
now in life
flashing guillotine cleaves in time
see myself as my own seed and son
can I keep holding, holding on
keep on plucking these strings till I’m gone
can I keep playing untuned chords
end longing for things I’ll never own