into being held by my own ears...

 I burn so I can remember

the mark of the 13

touching mine 

into reaching

into being held by my own ears.

The salt of those days

pressed

into my heart

in a bathing

that was skin

and a child

and a naked fool

of hoping

that this desire was absolution

and God's desire.

Now, a disciple

of my own listener

and my own salvation

and the fire(when i remember)

those days

is a hot christening

and a ressurection.