Candlelight ecstasy supreme
I wanted to write. 
Beauteous, a real me          
pisses      me        off.
Below clouds 
of unknowing,
a wisp's will: 
to kill us 
in our responsibilities
that come on again
adventuresome,
and kill
like air.
Wrestle through
and zag. 
All I have
to do,
and the very saying of it goes…
Unlikeness, come to thrive,
tear at my mouth
in search of
an inner life,
to illumine and
get the paper
to quiver—
I wanted to fight
a poem.