DRAW
let go!
let go!
there is no poem
strong enough
to get me to hold on
no words to feed me with
the power to overcome
all the bad
you said, all the bad
you did
and so
I fall
having let go
the world rushing
up to meet me
to imprint me
with the truth of
failure
and loss and pain
and fathers and gravity
those dice
you can tell that
they read
snake eyes
my birth, my life
luck of the bad draw
ZERO
zero
was worth more
than a poem
no civilization I know
stood or fell
by a poem
but zero, gorgeous oval
that you are
you gave us infinity
opened space
and time
and terrible
singulaity that
just swallows swallows
zero
my best little beautiful
paradox of the absolutely
essential
number
that can never be
a whole Arrakis desert
in your history
sheer
possibility
quietly, quietly
zeroing inimagining the poem
that simply cannot be
poems 2 die for