Having let myself fall
into the cask of Becoming One
I perjured a cat (don’t ask)
I invested in The Absent (ask)
I forgot myself up a small tree.
But back down here
there’s an axle that binds two wheels
to each other and a path.
“It’s the aesthetic truss of language
(as in song, comedy, and cussing)
that will confound and ultimately
relieve some of these aching cultures.”