I Will Write

I cannot write amidst a seething intent to injure an insulated place, My thoughts immerse their christened desires… and I abide   I cannot write ill of words unlike my own… As they foresake undying truth   If the will of untruth delivers my noose, I will write unhindered… I will not stay if you say so, I cannot write of it with you there I cannot write abreast of quizzy sands Every wave intends a riddle I cannot keep in stride   I write it all in simple illusion and press it in prose You wear it pale and shadowed And I shine it in rhythm with its fate   Oh how I would love to write of this moment in a sentence I write how I would never write again and deny a crude indecision I dream sometimes of the things I write and write of things immemorial A random string of sounds, that seems so formal   I will stop writing if you tell me now This life is but for you I will insist you tell me why… my guess is that you knew