Reanimation

 

My end and my essence

What when the light leaves my eyes?

What of me without my pain?

What does it mean to reanimate?

Can a painting exist without its paint?

Me and meanness

I go as long as I can before I submit

To the truth that I know

but won’t admit

Though I try I can’t escape

The allegory of a cave

 

Will some book ever close?

And reach the last refrain

Where I wax and wane

Or remain the same;

Return to the ocean; fan into flame

 

I may be

Just a bitch in heat

But I’ll spend my blood

On a baby not yet there

In hope I can conceive

 

Will some book ever close?

And reach the last refrain

Where I wax and wane

Or remain the same

Return to the ocean; fan into flame

 

The wild thyme unseen

The opaque unease

If to be warmed, I must freeze

In my end is my beginning

Reanimation’s the death of me

Not lost, but requiring