To a New Sex

Somewhere out of antiquity someone work with me. When transferring a thought, the connectors and clauses recede: you get it. I got it — The rest of the language, beauty and play I am your master, the thought says — I disagree I’m thinking about the church where we held my brother’s funeral. He says, I was there: it hurt me; you cried too much; I don’t mind later. I just want to be with you, the thought says You mean thee thought or his thought? The rocks are like stars, gully full of stars. If I go with anyone anywhere, if they’d think sweetly to me. No one hears. Relax your shoulders. I’m singing to you over and over “to a new sex.” Sometimes it seems like there’s a lizard for each rock necklaces of lives, there’s room for an infinity of minds. Thoughts. Anywhere. Enter my head if you wish. No ends or purposes Prevailed fortunes. I have a destiny. My death will not complete it.