Gull Rock

Will ​anyone ​die ​who ​I ​have ​loved ​enough?
Why ​cannot ​I ​see ​through ​love ​and ​lust?
What ​is ​between ​our ​discipline?
Is there a ​line ​between ​her ​and ​him?

What ​is ​radical?
What ​is ​violent?
We ​speak ​of ​the ​law
And ​when ​we ​speak ​of ​it ​we ​are ​silent
Silent ​before
The ​loss ​of ​the ​being ​outside ​of ​it:
Gull ​Rock ​swells
For ​hooks ​it ​is ​hope ​and ​for ​Paolo
It ​opens ​the ​cells
We ​must ​all ​go ​to ​hells

With ​radical ​compassion ​for
The ​frozen ​hearts ​that ​lust ​for ​law
The ​loss ​inscribed ​on ​the ​bathroom ​door
May ​the ​love ​I ​feel ​help ​the ​whiteness ​thaw

You ​say ​you ​are ​punching ​up, ​not ​down  To ​say ​‘I ​am punching ​up ​not ​down’
But ​are ​you ​sure ​you ​are ​on ​the ​ground?  Is ​to ​say ​‘I ​stand on ​level ground’
And ​not ​in ​space, ​every ​punch ​rebounds  But ​am ​I ​just ​to the ​white peak ​bound?
Speeding ​up ​not ​slowing ​down.      Do ​I ​cross ​the ​line or ​lay ​my ​body ​down?

And ​yes ​there ​are ​those ​very ​hungry
No ​water ​no ​pill
And ​men ​everywhere ​they ​are ​thirsting
To ​control ​or ​kill
The ​glimpses ​of ​emptiness ​love ​brings:
Gull ​Rock ​looms
The ​ones ​who ​have ​loved ​through ​the ​otherness
We ​lock ​up ​in ​Room
My ​slow ​heart ​the ​womb

To ​cut ​the ​head ​off ​of ​the ​king
To ​be ​a ​bell ​that ​others ​ring
To ​kill ​the ​Buddha ​in ​the ​road
What’s ​speeding ​up ​must ​first ​be ​slowed