Autobiography of the Soul

(a cento)


Imagine where you cannot be.

                           Some
days, I lay in the morgue
of darkness, hyper-alone,

Put out my eyes: and I shall see you, too,

                                            Loving it all 
to its silky death. to its silty bottom. to its graywater demise. 

So the constellation through negation, since we’re stuck with night.

                   I give 
the world my worn-out breath 
on an old tune, I give 
it all I have 
and take it back again.


Source texts:
"One Way to Ressurect an Ancestor," CM Burroughs;
"I begin the day thinking," Taylor Byas; "Put Out 
My Eyes," Rainer Maria Rilke; "There are inanimate 
things out there loving each other," francine j. 
harris; "Note on Method," Jeffrey Pethybridge;
"Breath," Philip Levine