and now it's time to speak
of your long-held unfaith.
tell us of your end-time
prophecies, fantasies of
karmic death, rebirth in
ritual fashion. the dove
in your mouth has never
done much other than make
you swallow feathers to
settle your sour stomach.

the curiosity you killed
will be cherished in the
next chapter. notice it
buried near your gentle
touch, your spontaneity,
your calm-life-and-deep-
love desires. unearth
them. rediscover your
self and love in never
letting you die again.