by Mai Der Vang
Forward and forging within, I learn to fall singular,
merge the fullness of every flame
?????? after posthumous flame,
ever submerged by a world so ample
in its need to be emptied,
?????? so abundant in all of its absence.
These the affairs of a vacant life and all that comes
with a debt of mobility,
?????? censoring of grief in small rooms.
I am blown into a forced healing, no longer
braced to withstand combustion of a cure.
Call it Saturn conjunct with Pluto.
Call it mandated age in this Earth’s lineage.
?????? I fight the urge to be zeroed,
stay friend and mother to myself.
Reach for the time to rebuild,
??????I take less from knowing
and more to meld from these days
a new theology for love,
a personal cathedral, songs of our shared scarcity.
It may be that we are stolen of each other,
only then do we seek ourselves.
Only then a fortune for the wild
returning to its virginity,
?????? sincere and green
of what the soil will bequeath.
Last updated October 30, 2022