The Release

There is no house
Whose doors are closed
To those who
Would not knock—

There are no dreams

Sleepers keep
Whose voices
Are almost dark—

Take this wisdom

From me—
Let it go— past
All our everydays—

To find
The somewhere
We came to conquer
When blood was drawn

And all our lethal

Whispers were completed
By a sentence
Never born—