From wherever thought comes from

Innocence is preferable to guilt
emptiness more bearable than sorrow

this lodging house has many secret doors
the corridors we tread are long and narrow

I lay upon the bed all afternoon
and tried to pick a splinter from a wound

and though it came away a thousand times
the pain of it immediately resumed

from wherever thought comes from

except

dull words in sunlight
don’t earn their place
upon a page
except that yesterday
one spark flared up
and then engaged

I was in wilderness
I was in darkness
by the sea
the world is wilderness
it will get nothing more
from me

except for everything
except for everything
and all
that’s what our purpose is
to give ourselves
and little more