You lead me to that place 

where addicts give themselves up. 

I have given myself to the linear     to 

the straight line. 



No longer turning. 

No longer considering 

that which could 

have occurred. 



I’m a rocket blasting into 

the unknowable. 

No more pondering     forever 

heavy     forever sick with it. 



No longer booming fados. 

Or sitting in rooms with suicidal 

guitarists plucking sunrise. 

No more addiction among addicts. 



I’m confessing this to them. 

They are moaning. 

They are asking me to leave. 

I leave you here.