Giver
Be loud or I will not survive you
This holding on too tightly is your pulsing palm in mine
Don't let go, don't abandon us when the flames char skin
You asked us to hold your hand, regardless of what remains
But when we look closely
There is nothing there in the ash, nothing but God
Forgive everything we say and do
Even as you move further away you are nearer than our jugular
As a giver I should give you up
But I want your wanting, I want your wanting
Poems in Passage
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