I became your dweller, I became the pulse of your earth, I became the dead of the unbelievers, I became alive to your religion, at
the hour of death, the bitter sonnet of water, the place of honey on the cursed ring, I became your only jewel,
wingless and feathered in the journey, from the most tired shadow, every last line behind me to your first, I became your best,
O sense of memorability , line by line, writing in the bell I became a hundred well done to you, I was killed easily every night for the crime of starlessness, I became
the star of your China, O you, I always traveled from all my ignorance, I became your stay-at-home when I went to the alley, I
became your stay-at-home, I became your stay-at-home at
the hour of death, a bitter blue sonnet , a place of honey on the cursed ring, I became your only jewel,
wingless and feathered in the journey from the most tired shadow The last line behind me until I became the first of you, I became the best of you.
