to want a sheep

i'd write the sun of your next day
if you wanted it
we desire, therefore we are.
needs are there too
inconsequential to our status
as beings who choose
inside these choices
there are many rooms
i've lost so many keys
and loving picklocks
to that cavern of doors
we are beings who choose
yes or no
we hold onto many myths to make these decisions easier
so i will not tell you
you chose poorly
and maybe it would be selfish to say
our pain should matter
decisions are made every day
and they all
hurt
did you not need us?
it doesn't matter
wanting is what matters
and it comes on strong
in a wave like a thousand fists
we saw all there was to see
of your desire
and yours
and yours
and the monuments will pile like legends
and the glory of the young dead
will be mentioned on top 40 charts
will be spat out like the sunflower seed husks of a truck driver
will litter car windshields midsummer, along with the entrails of dragonflies
will be held forever over the lives of the living
as an insult, as a threat
whatever you have done
whatever decision you have made
we will do worse with it than you can imagine
but that is not your responsibility
we desire, therefore we are
along that shelf of want we place
wrapped parcels
allotted meaning
according to the weight and size
of our desire to see
inside
there is nothing
if you desired nothing
when you got it
what did you want then?
in that last blink before unending dawn
was everything yours to hold
or are you still desiring?
if so, therefore you are.