Name

Not in my name you cannot write
Or whine or make wine or right
The wrong suffered, my might
You cannot utter, my sight

You cannot claim, the night
Is just darkness to you, I AM,
But you are not, you are nothing but
Dust and wishful thinking in time;

And in shame.

The slight delay in exhaustion, the crime
You left late for combustion, the brine
In sea flats walked barefoot to isle
Of maybe or something or still breathing

That thing you call you, and cry in dark
You try as might, and fight in dark
You fight or flight, and run in dark, 

You, and it's always you, 

And I.