"

you will not know what it means to cling
until your jaw is pried from the deathly thing
that started when

your eyes were opened to a pelican blue
and your fist held tight to a morning new;
go there again.

the way to life is dark to dark
from black balloon to pushes hard
that never end;

an ended, growing tall and strong
removed from where we all come from
is peace again,

known only through the sight of one
in pain the same from where you came from;
these dividends

are not a light that switches on
but as light once to your mind was—
the bitter end.

"