be 
now 
un-be

this 
is what 
love 
requires

love is an 
anti-atom 
annihilated 
as soon as 
any matter 
comes into 
contact with 
the being of 
it; 
Love, itself

destroys us, 
eventually 
we let go of 
what we truly 
love—

we do 
but we can’t 
un-do

I lie with trees

And War Gods blight my veins.

There's a tell in this

marbling;

A vein of truth.

I tried,

but there are, honestly,

no

fucks—left to give

in the darkness of days.

I lie with trees

And Morpheus persists.

Eyes bright berries, but

the woodpecker has come

for insects beneath my flesh. (He inspects.)

I tried,

but there is . . .

Only

This—