Sonnet #326

From all the darkness that I gather

All the moonlight reflected, all the stars

I find the center of the warm dark, the bars

of the cage of the world of me, were 

I in sun, I cannot think for long, 

There's too much light, too much beauty

I have too much to live, too much duty

To the living world, but the dark song

lingers in my chest, the knowing what comes

For if it can be taken from me, it is not

me. If I could lose a hand and still be some-

one, then my hand is not me. If I could stop

My heart and pull it out and put another one

And I remain, eternal self, let all flesh drop