Blinking Out / Bouncing Back
	(for my secrets)

How to be Stoic
when all this love
is pouring out of me?

Here writing blindly
I am of the devil’s party.
I cautiously perform the plunge
having these long years
through ritual
devised guard-rails, 
gothic and gnarled
barnacled and reaching
far enough to let me disappear
into this frigid purity
and yet return.

Oh to be again
that lowest of men!

What did I see there
where there was nothing?
Forevermore 
this sliding meniscus
and nothing else.

What are words for
when you are alone?
Why and from where 
do they keep coming?
To whom do they belong?