The Way

O the way you navigate the chain of days
O the way your bloody bones hang suspended
O the way that you rotate your world about you
O the way you collapse into transparency
O the way you guide and lead us when you are gone
O the way you peel your words apart
O the way you swim through yourself inside—out and down
O the way your simulacrum waits around
O the way you perforate our perception
O the way you evolute and authoritize
O the way you lie about the color of the sky
O the way you triplicate and you trinitize
O the way you crystallize in salt pit tombs
O the way you swallow your head
O the way you take human shape and walk on all fours
O the way you distribute yourself in a tablet form
From which you abstain