settled

i need to be high
to see the horizon
as a canvas
rather than
a guillotine

with the absolve waiting to
behead me thorough.

up and
rampant
and engaged,

i am not.

i am low
and whimpered
and divorced,

how can we settle this?

the sun sets, yes,
at dusk, even, so
onward does go
life and so should
i, yes, so should i but

life comes to seem
as a maddening chase
for wills to find themselves as
longing echoes build and trump
and ache and waver disparate terrains

impatient and uninvolved with
the thudding nature of their own heart
removed from silly clumsy humanhood,
stumbling over
our own intentions

so i intend
so i intend
so i intend
so i mean
so i am here for
so i exist in light of

loud croons
and louder croons
and even louder croons

it's settled.