The light you give off
did not come from a pelvis.
Your features did not begin in semen.
Don’t try to hide inside anger
radiance that cannot be hidden.



All day and night, music,
a quiet, bright
reedsong. If it
fades, we fade.



Sleep this year has no authority.
Night might as well stop looking for us
when we’re like this,
invisible, except at dawn.



This night extends into eternity,
like a fire burning inside the Friend.
Truly knowing this is what joy is.
Forgetting it is grief, and a lack of courage.