.....

I wish I could save just one being
from unrelenting sorrow, that my hands
were the vastness of imagination,
even that requiring a body,


that my loves, mired in this,
could leap out and return,
through the cleansing rings
created by their exits,
even that requiring a body,


so that the sun never loses skin
and the moon has no journey
without this imprisonment, that holds
the core to its core,
this chaos just within shape.