when the liquor has vanished
and the bottles are empty
when the razors are dull
but the silence is with me
i come to you
crawling,
each movement a momentous motion
i twist time in my palm
and am lost in this devotion
i slip you on like a cloak
press you to me like a dagger
till there is nothing left of me
a skeleton, i stagger
don't ever go away from me
my fount of pain and provocation
i will weep at your soles
and take with me divination