by Cassund Olivier

I should have super powers
For all I've learned and conjured

How many hours of experience
Is two years of rest and relaxation

Of coming undone and done again
A body bodies and fills books

With knowledge everyone already has
But treat as myth and forbidden language

Like snow is all verb and noun and adjective
My body is only body, body, and body

My head is a stick and bindle
My heart strapped tight on the truck bed

Is the whole of life not a journey towards Ithaka
A trek of survival and getting up again

And get up again, and get up again
And get up again and again and again.