i wrote you a poem every day.
i don’t think you noticed.
this is a baptism;
this is everything made public.
this is a declaration of trust,
or at least that intention.
this is a sudden awareness
of the passage of time.
this finds you arrested,
facing accusations –
unspecified sins.
this is how we support the mystery,
gathered in a circle.
this is all the music,
or at least this song.
this is the only way
you will learn authority –
surrender.
this is a pearl.
set it in gold and place it in your ear,
or on your finger.
this is everything
i wanted to say
at this time.
this is an end.
