Certain Cells

I call for you
Cultivation of strength in the dark
Dark gardening in the vertigo cold
In the hot paralysis
Under the wolves and coyotes of particular silences
Where it is dry, where it is dry
I call for you
Cultivation of victory over long blows that you want to give
And blows you are going to get
Over what wants to crumble you down
To sicken you
I call for you
Cultivation of strength
To heal and enhance in the non-cheering dark
In the many many mornings after
In the chalk and choke