Causing infliction, and a piece of identification
Tie up your sutures because tomorrow will not be enough
look around, see them, want what they don't,
breathe how they breathe and eat your last meal.

There is a blank canvas above your head and I usually
don't feel this in the back of my throat.
Settle up with your patriarch and stop asking so many questions.
Papers with scriptures get lost in the wind,
kicking out car doors and falling into dusk.