To Love To Hate

I thought about commitment

or to whom I shalt hold my self

accountable. Breath held, solid,

in, for a count of ten, and then

a letting go. Of anger, my anchor;

weight, the devil behind me. Speaks

in sign language. I read clouds and

tea leaves. Signals that have found

me, a right moment of suspension

and if sin is forgiven, already, then

Lucifer is still an angel. And I also

am always in the process of failing.