Language has Revealed Itself
I hold my eyelids apart
Exposing a milk moon
To the tail of a playful flame.
Language has revealed itself to me
To be as ambition is to the lover
As love is to the young and untested,
It will serve me. It will betray me.
A sweet, caustic substance
Multiplying beyond the ambits of control.
It will subvert my power
With the force of a revolution
Or a child with a question on his mind.