I, Boxer from I, Murderer by leo crandall

Rising. Rising The sky is a sieve above this hill.
Morning star is rising, I cannot hold it still.

It barely matters. I am the hardest look Christ ever gave.
I’m a passenger on the loneliest highway ever paved.

I won’t know it when it gathers all around,
That unseen force out in the dark, but I will know it by its mark.

The canvas is a Kansas field, rich and its deep and its wide.
The things that I don’t know I need it is waiting to provide.

He turns away, drops his robe. The Virgin Mary tattooed on his back.
I am chosen. He readies his attack.

I won’t know it when it gathers all around,
That unseen force out in the dark, but I will know it by its mark.

“Oh this fucking life “you said. “You can’t hold together what wants to fall apart.”
Hesperus was raging. There was ruination in your heart.

The richest peat upon this earth, my love is a dark and heavy cloth.
I’ll put my lips upon your lips, upon your lips of moss.

Army files into your room, decimating angels, head to head.
It shoulder out the darkest night and leaves light in its stead.

Someday I know that love will gather, all around.
Crush that force out in the dark, and we will know it by its mark.

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