Mine

No, thank you.

I’ve had enough

of gold and the

tunneling word,

mine.

If only we had

left the treasured hills

untouched

and fortunes

unmade,

had never

learned to

weigh a life

against what books

record,

rumors requiring polish

and a fearful spell

to shine,

no source of

anything.

To possess at all

is to shatter oneness

and free demons

to nest…

everywhere.