i could sleep

i could sleep
inside the homes
of abandoned
goodness

i could fly
outside the rays
of given
apologies

i could wish
without the need
for angry
demonstrations

i could swim
beneath the howl
of laughing
moons

i could plead
toward the face
of selfsame
awareness

i could pray
within the chasm
of all lightness
renewed

i could say
everything on
a straight line
without your care

or write what
comes to me
in the best sense
rebroken

just to ensure
that meaning comes
from the tongue not
the eyes