Satori

Enlighten my load.
Let it transcend the need for my back and my legs.
Mercy, I beg;
	splash nectarines on the teeth of the famine in my belly -
	hand swords of gold to the armies of my shoulders -
	swaddle my feet from the frost -
         pay the cost of the freight of my dreams.
See them through -
	when I am too weak to open an eye,
	and too beaten to swing
	these fists unfit for prayer.