i have one eye full of dreams & hintentions<br />the other is full of broken mirrors<br />& cracked churchbells<br /><br />i have one eye full of rivers & welcomes<br />the other is full of flickers & fades<br /><br />i have<br />a memory full of paths & anointings<br />a mouth full of ripe infant suns<br />seven legs for the dancing river & the clement abyss<br />& a hope that corrodes the convulsions<br />we bless the long rough road<br />we bless the inscrutable darkness<br />where our names are rent into spirit<br />we bless the splinters & the air<br />full of asphyxiations & amnesia<br />we bless our lacerations & our deformities<br /><br />we bless the belligerent strangers<br />who stay on in our throats<br />long after forgotten festivities<br /><br />as we learn the painful lessons of love<br />as we learn to respect the night’s sovereignty<br />& the slow stern wisdom of the desert<br />we bless the mysteries & the silence​