as a climber at the tip
of a rounded mountain
finds the lines draw away from safety
all roads eventually need a machete
to pursue the gap of joint and bone
and the tensions between logic
and craft will break you
again. you are in danger. give instead:
yield to the fast and slow
and do not blame yourself for
being outside your own control
we are not here by choice
which means coercion
cannot control us either.
be captured by your own attention
to joy, not torture
for chastisement is a gift
which sticks in the mold
of its givers' hands.
surrender to gravity
as seen in waves and felt
in orbits; against it make
common enemy with
your own haunting. squeezed
together in your little toe
you may find the electricity
necessary to relax.