“Can’t Let Go” (Inspired by Anthony Hamilton)

I’m swimming, my heart; and dying, my soul. Explore such

A wound; and cry such a prayer. So much I fathom; and so

Much I filter. Such desperate eyes: to long a fortress: to die

The Christ. So inclined, my pulse; and I perish soft.

Imagine a soul, athirst a vision; and ponder, such love; for

Youth, a cryptic war; and growth, a sheltered hope. My

Precious tulip, awake a thirst, and cry a spirit; for paradise,

A mental grasp, and zenic wings, the pearls of God. I

Envision—a diamond mind; and mother’s pain, a sore ideal;

But such the hurt, a daughter’s favor; and such the wind, a

Daughter’s wand. I fall and rise, a daily chant; and cultic

Signs, a christic life. Imagine a soul, partly undone; and

Pardon my love, despite the death; but fever love, the heart’s

Redemption; and cryptic love, a sore affliction.