Hold Fast

The end had a name
and it is forgotten
The end has an end
and it shall be called now

Faithful is a dirty word to me.

You used your breath to buy me food.
Breath = Food.
I would rather have gone hungry.
Now your breath is cut, your reach short.
Breath = Time.
Your hand is no longer dangerous.

Why am I still angry at you?
Anger = Time
I have been angry for too long.
I fed myself upon anger,
Anger = Food
vomited it out, and chewed the cud.

You were once young and full of hope.
Time = Hope
A boy remembers all on the river.
Hope of future kingdoms lingers.

I see it
The not yet is now.
Some heavenly lake,
blue to the bottom.
You paddle alone.
Each stroke shoots you 3 rods.
Adonis in a canoe.

Time + Love - Anger = Hope