could eye, wood eye with a stake?
Could this be a big mistake?
Could my mind be where it shant?
Could I take this where I can't?
god be blessed and warrant creed
if this poem would make me bleed
from the palms or forearms still
god can still impose his will
if he saw me arms prostrate
I pray this lord my sould to mate.
While I sleep I dream of things
things that can obscure with flings
Worlds derive from words alight
can I ever claim tonight
as a place where I would plant
words to be heard, words to cant.