they say

i would love you in every lifetime

find you in every world

i say

rookie numbers

i say

i’ll hate you in some worlds

i’ll be the man who sells you coffee

i’ll be a stone a tree, a yapping dog

again and again around the wheel

and even those horrible turns

where we never meet

just to be sure that i’m always there

looking and finding

(and sometimes hiding true)

they say

love like its the accomplishment

i say

only the beginning, you peasants

please give me the honor of being a stone you toss into the river and never name

please let me play the villain, black cloak stitched with gold

as you hurl me down from the tower

singed by your sunfire

i’m already on my way

back