Don’t worship another—
I am nightmare enough—
the distance between desire and dream
in a country called prophecy
word enough
in thunder—
the mystic metaphor of prayer
Don’t whisper me—
I am wind enough—
chaos
and spring
Don’t charm my name—
I am glass—
the future
fragile to the hard
point of waves
Don’t awaken me—
I am desert enough
dancing with dunes
in worship to
apostasy
Don’t convert me—
I am god enough—
bleeding breath
of generations