When pain sits at the edge
of vision, it asks to be stirred.
It doesn't hurt until it's addressed,
is what I'm saying. Address
postcards and letters and
packages, for resolution
is not absolution, rather
does electrocution mean
the returning of the light.
Vaguely spiritual language
cannot be translated, just
as statistics will not be
concentrated, for the real
is what it
is, not what it
is like.