Reconceive

The first story was
of a blessed brier, precarious wealth
of an undivided word
intersticed in corrosive
gums’ tissue
heaving loss—bone occupying
doomsday voices

(to talk or
to speak or
to write—)

(to think or
to feel or
to know—)

flights of the cries of the head,

I am too young
and deserve not
to go

legs
all stronger than mine,
arms
all stronger than mine,
heads
all stronger than mine.