For All Things Promised

A new thing comes
from all things: what were
we before they gave us

Wherever we go, there
is conversion; I have
struggled to be what
you had hoped-

simple, free,

Torn from seclusion,
an oyster scraped and
eaten from its jagged shell

leaving only hollow
outlines of our missing
bodies; I have struggled

not to be what is
missing, but what is
touched and travels.

Afterward, the molecule
unwinds and passes on
its fiery promise.

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