I am still tethered, inextricably,

to those places that have been sanctified

by your longing gaze, still longing myself

for your gaze and for you,

for the mark of your establishment,

for the stain of your love,

for the remembering Call of God

upon your lips, infatuating

and resolved

not to return these weak affections

that shall never leave my heart,

they are stronger than iron, but

my hope is

Time shall be rain.


after "Pull Yourself Together" by The Boxer Rebellion