Bars

staring at the blank page
creating contours
of words,
imagining images
grasping, getting
a touch of a thought
 
blue merges
with the light above me
creating a color
and a faded fermata
 
scratch the savages
of guilt grudging
somewhere, sober
in its silent sanctuary
of spaces
and horizontal lines,
 
breaking bones
crunchy carcass
of dead syllables
now, knock
slide beneath the boundary
of leaping letters
 
wail, words, wail
deep, dark and screaming
sail, sail
fading beauty
painting the dark
sky of pain
 
lead me
possess me in your name
gather my meandering madness
at the center of the page
as you encircle,
                   (caging)
me in a poem