Abandoned
In this sun
With endlessness
In our bones
And everything separate
But holy
No word on
How many times
Good and bad will
Take the hero's turn
Before the play ends
No trace of any
Universes
In a grain of sand
No memory
Of how you
Got to be
Alone on stage and
How you know
Things no one
Else can
Just fear and want and shame
That things must be
As they appear
That consciousness
Can't be bestowed
Like a spray of flowers
That the only one
You can trust
Seeks approval from
All the others
As if there are
Secrets
And one will be
Judged
And the boat that
Professes to carry us
Isn't so full of holes
It will sink on its own
Why
You ask
Can't others see
What is so
Obvious?
Perhaps
In this play
The truth is
Asked
Sometimes
For the sake of
The story
To bow
Before a lie
