MATTER
face behind asphodel and hands under iolite,
it says to the sea of crushed velvet in black that
no matter is created or destroyed; it cycles forever, then,
and it is always something and i will be back.
i will not be a ghost i write of or a heavenly tax-payer and it will be dark
but i will be tobacco and seawater and then belladonna
and then a rabbit, and lastly
when i've been everything in the world, i will again be human,
and i will get it right that time.