A blessing for tonight: may you see the city lights from the outskirts of your town
A blessing for the evening: may the sun poke holes in the diaphragmatic sky and conceive the morning dew that forms on you
And may the ghosts stay
Long buried
In cemeteries
A blessing for your downbeat heart: may you dance with the throng to the beating of one drum
And for your softly dancing feet: may the wind lift your heels like love lifts our heart
When we were at our breaking point at the edge of the world
May you be fearless
In the conquest
Of tomorrow
Your flesh licks your bone, and your brain's as battered as the blood-red moon in the sun
See my rotting mouth spew forth a flaming, double-edged tongue
I can speak and lies can run
So may the ghosts stay
Long buried
In your memories