Autonomy

There is nothing here anymore, he said As the dirty glass jars fill up with rain Drop full by drop full Against diluted ambivalence turned gray Wetting both of our tongues Soaking dark clothing into heavy burdens So much like myself, I fear I’m going to break everything open, I reply Take these shards String them up into the trees Offerings of little elements As they chime softly Deep Deep in the evergreens There is nothing here anymore, I say Nothing more, but my tangle of dreams And the light Which breaks open reflections One hundred times larger Than what I can ever be