At the Guillotine

William Blake: Those who restrain desire, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained.

The Devil tarot card tells you not to guillotine the rational head from the body's drives. Make a marriage of impulse and control.
Marriage.
Control.

*

Getting high more than I don't. The Plant has mercy on my pain. Meditation is great but eventually one has to rise and walk in the world. Why not fly? I'm going to be honest with you: everything would have been fine; better than fine; joyful even.

These sentences, these lines – they don't exist without a place to moor. They are never not a letter sent. And if I ever stop writing, I will die at sea.

In this cosmic ocean, every poem, lilt, and jot barely discerns itself from nothingness. And yet, to what these words moor, is everything. The whole thing.

*

Green pine whispers.
Remember when I had fireflies
in my hair?
That was a long time ago.
Green pine nods
to our ascent.