By for with,

who do I think I am 
as I am swallowed so
smooth down the throat
of my last known wanting
and yet again,
again I am the drag of
a million years 
and I destroy,
I know why I think
It is the wrong place
for me again.

I live in not dark 
but the end of the day
and children have gone
away to fetch dinner
and stories from 
true love,
of parents who loved
and the car seat windows
fogged on his ford;
the creation of gods
and they are powerless
again to stop the beating
of hearts in their melting skin;

It ages,
I am that fear,
you know the calls home
are heeded 
by all but mine eyes;

and heads did turn
and gossip did know
she was gone:

Not spoken,
I know time 
and he came
and didn't care 
that it doesn't matter 
anymore as rain
is wash-
I am an atom upon...

infinity.

I did lay in a field with
the first smiles and 
holding of hands,
and I prayed to songs
that were sweet and
fires were celebrated
and dancing was free;
and I lived again and again
as I draw will in me
and ever enough,
to fill,
and I was happy.