THINKING

I have had this thought prior to thinking thinking as a way out of this life
always a truth frivolous and unconcerned those black swifts
sooty pouring into the dark end of a stone shoot at dusk,
beyond up on the ridge ragged twiggy silhouettes.

To act as though you never heard the threats and climb slowly down from your self.
To sell your hands never having laid them on the pale body of the unknown.
Oh please, spare me your lost untimely death the skinny starving love and the vast empty dream.
So much clarity and canopy I have had at this time no doubt this is a solid evil place going now
black into the burned buried rubble of that concrete hill.