even if you cast me out
into a cardboard box
a solitary cell
or a bed with a disintegrating brain
I will share with you my heart
I will give my body
in exchange for truth
and for the light of existence
I will take the leap over the edge
and find the featherbed
or bed of nails
I do not know even a second more
and not the least shape of things
but I will listen to you
dear life
and I will fold
like the canals
through the city
and I will sing my soul loudly
just because I’m alive
not by mistake
but by mystery