An Athema

I’ve got my life in my hand
My fingers splinted west
Each vision in night and day
Each burred tongue drifting
You gotta give or you gotta go
You gotta give or you gotta go
The dialectic of home
I can’t remember anymore
What the words that I said were
You gotta give or you gotta go
Unwound and this is it
It’s not the place somewhere in the shitty future
Smudge me into liquids, maybe I said it even better
I just can’t look at you
I claim it all
I claim it