Hard Love Wheel
Confronted myself and got to be me
entered my cave
determined to dance
till death or sweetness
come out of the fire
singing reprieve,
singing go back to life,
singing you are well.
Got steel for vigilance,
Grateful hard death in reward.
I know now.
When the rhythm is lost to me,
the cocoon will be.
In the waiting,
the release at dark moon
singing of the new,
of the glistening,
the height of the wheel,
I will breathe.
Impermanent, constant.
the wheel turns.
New becomes everyday,
then boring,
tainted,
blistering,
cruel
until left aside
as the young butterfly alights.
Free, then.