i will, in this moment, believe in what i write
circumscribed by a lack of light
and a paucity of will
i will believe i am right.
tomorrow's cruel morning
and the mocking words of jackdaws
will prove painstakingly the wrong in me
the offtune song in me
i know
i know too well.
and then, i will close my eyes
and close the circuit
and once again in blindness
make the gesture
an arc of invisible light
that joins me to the
me i believe must exist somewhere
a me in you
and the faith of bridgemakers.
i will believe, in that moment, in what i write.
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