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.