Want to Be

want to be this
this and nothing else
fans of black approaching
flanked by rows of
smudged streaks of electric light
not trying to find words
or to moderate actions
no longer fearing to encounter
phantoms of past failures to do so
hurdling over bars of light
spectres of shame

want to be earth
smacking its lips
thirst slaked by piss
solemnly watched over
by tiers of fir

want to be slabs of stone encroaching
and the rustle of plastic-wrapped bouquets
the awe monolith
awe distance
the two diverging triangles of light
watchfully cutting the night
the unnameable night


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