I wanted to turn to electricity—I needed
a catalyst to turn to pure fire.
to each other. Promises
are lies. Work is death. Contracts are
filth—the act of keeping them
destroys the desire to hold them.
I forgive you. Free me!
From Of Indigo and Saffron: New and Selected Poems (University of California Press, 2011). Copyright © 2011 by Michael McClure. Reprinted by permission of the publisher.