There is no easy exchange At the lake of disremembering Where the pilgrim stones Poke sharp, Just the heat in my hands And that look on your face As I told you to go in the water Take these things away, I said, I do not need them They are not safe, They are not safe So I popped out those parts of me That I was told I should not be —Just a few small things These golden splinters Yet you staggered with their weight You said Take back your bone and stand in strength Take back your heart and stand in courage Take back your fire and stand in power But I would not. With puny arms And my trembling flame They would surely cast me down And leave me alone Weeping in the dark. You said What are you now, If not alone? And left me stranded on the shore
Lake watched you As you walked into her And she wondered Why does this boy not turn back? She swallowed you whole And sucked you down To hold you and examine Lake saw you held my treasures well And just like me She loved you for it So she chilled your blood That you no longer felt her cold And kissed your skin ’til it turned thick and brown Poured yellow jelly on your eyes So you could see The glory of her gloom And my drowned parts Grew muddy skin Tight with the pulse Of their hunger To be called home
Sometimes in my dreams I go down to the stony shore To look at the water Slate grey and choppy Or shrouded and still And wonder about Those slimed and mysterious shapes I hope you still hold for me But then the acid wash of day Brings it’s own insidious logic,
And I tell myself To stay away From fearful things I’m missing bits of course I’ve open wounds that weep And weep Things that leak from me Oozing memories of the parts I have betrayed Distorted shadows Hungry mouths Phantasmagoria
I need you now I say My life has become unmanageable With one leg Half a heart And no dreams Just the tendency to tilt into What everyone else is doing I have covered my mirrors And am veiled to myself Where is my sextant? Where is my pole star? They lie sleeping at the bottom of a lake Is it too late To ask you back? To tell you it’s okay That you may sit again On your own chair Take that place of yours at table And lay again in your own bed Come back to me, my love And bring all my filthy gifts
I did need them after all And I’m sorry you waited so long
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