Gifts and Shards Vol 1

New Magics

I must lie down in new magics -
daisies and briars and columbine -
I must rest my head in other oblivions
that you may not reach me by morning
with your roll of pain cramping me here
and here and in my feet and thighs.

And you will be spared too
if my delusions cannot reach you
and your judgement will be clear:
you will know how it is when I'm truly not here.

For though so close in one another's minds
that will only amplify the argument;
but if we hide ourselves, disguise the insight
sever the telepathy, for a while
we may both live, despite our psychic war:
walk out the door, and walk out the door.