Where I’m From

I’m from letting go
of all hope for a better past.

I’m from I
who restoreth mine own soul,
from discovering light and divinity
imprinted within me.

I’m from defiant hope
and healing—
rejecting the audacity
of our fathers’ fathers’ fathers’
insistence
that this is all we’ll ever be.

I’m from the Fool,
boldly stepping forward
on perilous paths
toward destinations unknown—
knowing that even if I die,
I first yet lived.

I’m from seeking stillness,
tracing spiritual lines backwards,
and untangling the knotwork
of generational curses—
getting to the root
of all this debris.

I’m from the healing arts
and the Lefthand Path,
cleansing and exorcising
spirits and people
drawing out the worst in us.

I am from choosing myself.

To Pray for Death.

I have been chided
not to pray or wish
for the death of any
human, no matter
what. Yet those
same voices sit in
silence when those
humans sever the lives
of countless—thousands
upon thousands upon
thousands. Luigi was
right. One wicked life
in exchange for the lives
of many. Trump, Vance,
Musk, the Heritage
Foundation, CPAC, Zuckerberg,
and all their billionaire
buddies. Take them all—
every last one. It is not that
we’ve come to play God,
rather, we’ve merely come
to do the gods’ work.