and these things i say
to you, as the you that is always
entirely different
each time, cast a spell for “a moment
of hang time”
(as he once said to me, so many years ago, the pricelessness of it)
to hold it
together just once, and not
by meat hooks or
desire or
sorrow, but by denial
of gravity, of surrender, without need
or addiction, effortless
for all the effort and the pressure
of this world