you never asked to be my mountain:
December 10, 2013 § Leave a comment
but I need one.
and so it came to pass that I grew a mountain in my garden
and so it came to pass that I befell myself-
oh how the return took away my will to recoil
on how the return took away my will to fight the hate of men already children
my gift to you is the discovery of myself beyond your opprobrium,
beyond your image of me,
driving syriacus deep into mountain, in my name,
on my return.