Yesterday, you made a promise.
Today, you broke it. Yesterday,
.
Bistami’s dance. Today, dregs
thrown out. In pieces, and at
.
the same time, a perfect glass
filled with sunlight. Give up
.
on figuring the appearances, the
dressing in green like a Sufi.
.
You don’t resemble anyone. You’re
not the bride or the groom. You
.
don’t fit in a house with a family.
You’ve left the closed-in corner
.
where you lived. Domestic animals
get ridden to work. Not you. You
.
are as you are, an indescribable
message coming on the air. Every
.
word you say, medicine. But
not yet: stay quiet and still.