How is it possible
Rain
Is of no substance 
That thirst still exists

How 
That today
Bears the opposite consequence 
Of having loved

I walk
Hearing only the crickets
Joy
I matter to them

Fall away 
The grabbing at my strength
At my freedom
At my sorrow

All the hands
I never asked for
Have let go
And were anyway my delusion

I very merely sought
To know what substance
What curves
I lack and how

See or don’t see
Care or don’t care
I ask the unknowable
Of the conscienceless gods

In so doing
The prostituted heart
Befriends
The betrayer, the mind

I slap sanity
To its senses
I threaten its breath
I fall to my knees