Submission #4 Tony Bowland

So Now I Give Myself

Once I cultivated my intellect,
But all my knowledge was that of a moth,
Who both desires and fears the lick of flame;
I lived like a stranger in my own house.

So now I give myself to everything,
I do not wait for death to set me free,
There is no space between my breath and sky
And when I gaze it is with the moon’s eye.

My life is over so it may begin,
My heart is glowing like this iron stove,
That turns my thoughts into a stream of smoke,
Ascending like a lover’s silent sigh.

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