Audio version

There’s a line you take

It’s suggested

You always seem to ignore the easy options

Find it with your hands on the texture paint

Find it with your skull horizontal

Your tendons calling for something true

Against gravity

There’s space you ignore

Smearing hardwood with your virtue

Spitting curses

Outward

Your god external

Your god non-existent,

You

We never really agreed on our disagreement

Getting a purchase on what shouldn’t be

The heroism you don’t need to test

I never patched any holes. You only saw

The top, there inside yourself

What exists

You already had

The wind saying your name

You’re still you when it changes direction.