The Contradictions

The measure of the treasure

Is the desert inside your eyes—
Blood’s flood inundates
Forever’s weather—
A new moon intrudes
On June’s bloom—
Here in the aftermath
The future is in the done—
The present is defined
By what’s to come—
Everything past is redrafted
By the yet-to-be—
Welcome what welcomes you—
Ignore what you must ignore—
Reject what rejects—
Give the gift of absence
Back to absence—
Become the darkness
Darkness earns but—
Just before—burn
& burn & burn—