seyes

most of politics are

rich people telling

poor people

that other poor people

are stopping yet other poor people

from being rich people

who might pour the same into people

once they have reached politics

*

say it say it

tell my legacy

to the sun who knows it alone

and night who understands it better

circling all in a blanket of silence

staying even during the day

in little places where you put things you forget

like what needed to be done

to ensure what is done are the needs

that shadow under your eyes

until they wear into riverbeds

when there is nothing left to say

and even less to hear

*

the point is not to find the point

but instead to avoid becoming dull

by blunting yourself into a corner

that you face like a shadow

from a centered sun you’ll never quite see

for the shade was comfortably cooling

you are fire

char it all

so that

it all looks like it all

ash the same as ash before