How is it then
to choose to live anew
and so severed must your world of now become?
I am no surgeon
but I stitch
pieces I know to be true
into the whole-new
(dripped in my own blood)
where harm is removed.
The whole-new
out through existence buzzing
becomes the surgeon –
the felt bestowed a tool which pulses
the harmonies of the heart.
How is it thus that worlds are severed
so that new ones may emerge.
Notes From Afar 