Finally, I gave up on obeisance,
and refused to welcome
either retribution or the tease
of sunny days. As for the cant-be-
seen, the sum-of-all-details,
the Oneoh, when it came
to salvation I was only sure
I needed to be spared
someone elses version of it.
The small prayers I devised
had in them the hard sounds
of split and frost.
I wanted them to speak
as if it made sense to speak
to what isnt there
in the beaconless dark.
I wanted them to startle
by how little they asked.
