no
I’m not surprised
in fact
I’m exhausted
by your constant need
for incredulity’s
validation

speak to me
not of men
their disappointments
and yours

instead

stand with me
still
beside the red glow
hush
in the damp
of the mossy
cooling world

breathe
of journeyed
beaten air

listen
to the volume
of hunger

in miniature

that

is worth your wonder