It wasn’t the suspicion
that gave life to the language,
it was the language. It wasn’t
the muse. It wasn’t
it was the need.
these words, it was
me! I remember how there used to be
in this thing. Risk. Reward. The notion
that we were exceptional
within the rule
of being nobody. That we were somebody
in the dark. What a lark! We are nobody
in the light,
and that’s alright.