they tried to tell me
how to enter this gate
with grace.
little do they know
about grace.
leave that to me.
i have known ancients who,
though their smiles were jagged
and their eyes were murky,
their spirits were emblazoned
with tempests of gratitude.
for some, it is enough to know
what the body craves; yes,
that is the true measure,
isn’t it?
for others, it is
more
more
never enough.
