Dark Turn

Here we lie, that bend and I,

moon haunts us either side.

Scorn its light!

Scorn sight!

Fuck sound, too!

Dictators!

How, they claw at me –

destroy the hard labour of my breath,

fill me with startled glances!

Bring stiffness to both back and neck.

Why breath now?

To clear the lungs and resuscitate my mind?

For the good of me?

Forced to face my dread.

Not now, I can't now!

Not when every creature of the night has come on bended knee to me,

offered me their silence,

amplified my footsteps.

I don't care!

On bended knee they come to me!

But for what?

To watch me go around the bend,

and take the dark turn?

And reach my end?

Or discover the power of surrender, once again? For them?

For me?

Oh destiny! Why must you curl your hook so deeply into me.

Around the bend I go!