Little Marble Kisses
III.
how to be
a remedy
now only an elegy
an absorption
into the subordination
of self
this occupation of the self
by the self
the unrelenting
unforgiving
fractals
of death
in each life
which linger through
their passage
remain
not in the self
but in the other
tonight dispelled
with them
as they depart
the plane we’re so viscerally
occupied
together
alone
Shaded by experience
illuminated with denial
of that which cannot
serve
any longer
finding without searching
the answer
one never sought.
believing it to be
what one wants
knowing
instead
it is the need.
Mote it be.