i will tell you

I will tell you
these things
while unanaesthetised
sing to you
of the raw and the
very fearsome

unclean...
slice open
the belly
of my dreamtimes
and pain
before you

i will turn from that
comprehending
comfort
you give and want and take
with remorse
and intent

i will weep for the night
that cannot claim me
through millions of miles,
the laughter that cannot
release me -
uncontrollable and joyous.

all these things...
with haste,
while
they are
real
to me