Odysseus Speaks

I sail to keep from crying
Or cry to keep from sailing
Truth is a lie, I lie
To find some truth

Memory is song: it works
By song, otherwise how re-
Member anything from within
Memory’s myth (the sirens know this)

The gods are memory’s memory
And I can’t live a single day
Without their song that means
Something but what

I speak to keep from sailing, crying,
Speak to lie to find some truth
Not making a quiddity, no word
Process but a meaningful, memorable,

Exhale, followed by an inhale,
An exhale, after which
Words pour forth, my darling lies
Kindle light, warmth, darkness