Thoughts, Stories, The Poem
Can you make it louder?
Mitchel David Ring
time itself does not know what to do with you…
whatever it is, I want all of it…
too easy with my eyes toward heaven…
there’s too much at stake…
I seek the witches among my ancestry…
how would we know celebratory from cataclysmic?
so it must whisper to us like a desperate lover…
empires come and go and nothing ever changes
what to do, what to do, what to do
it was the second sun
what is this rush
maybe I imagined it your hand on my arm lips to my ear…
relieved to be hanging by a thread…
Coming out of the West, your first thought is how quickly the trees thin…
Mitchel David Ring 