night falls (and my saint speaks)

    Go without others
    to the place where the Other
    lies completely uncovered and whole-
    that place where the named is un-named.

    Do not bow to friendlier heads of the hydra
    or gorge on flesh and wild honey.

    Content to be slow, even still,
    to be alone and silent,
    consent to be weak,
    to be ugly and forgotten.

    Kiss tears, shiver of loneliness,
    shun unwarranted glee.
    Go, bearing no cargo,
    without means to return.

      — joel short


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