Psalm 18 : Man Alive
I just found the incontrovertible recoil,
the G-d-sung lyric, the
man-sprung of me.
my starling syllables
and I walk love again.
It is a well-meaning battle
I want to live in someone else’s conscious,
felt again being with you.
You are mine though I possess no me.
Brine and wildlife shearing,
a kind of brainwork
given in past possession, in situ.
A walkaround sculpture
roils between us…
Darling, hold my hand.
Tell me where it lies in upper space.
I cannot know you unless you see my trickling spirit…
G-d Gave me the distance back from
before we had met.