I am guilty of forgetting your name
and my place behind you
calling you with echoed sounds
the animals deserve to sit for
replicating myself into a dozen voices
they hatch into different creatures with wings
so many hidden beauties in a single smile.
I am guilty of not knowing how to feel the time
the devil will take me at a loss, a laughter
catch innocence, it swims backwards in past lives—
the current is not subtle when I flood the journey.
I am guilty of being saved to not love the savior
undressed down to the heart of it
captured to return naked
unscathed, unaware of what breaks the day into pieces.
The search has no reason to accept a closed book
look at hope in the distance burning opened pages
they call it the sun, I call it fire
my immortal, unspoiled truth.