The Importance

You made me 

the importance. 

Watching me

fight in 

the ring,

with the smell

of used rubber

under my feet. 

The taste of 

salt and 

blood

floating like

dust in

the sunlight. 

Thick coke

bottle

glasses of

the world

distorting

me into

the world

of the 

secondaries.

French braided

ropes with flowers

circling 

the voices 

in my ears 

as I float

to the ground

giving up 

the fight. 

Silence came

in the silo

of your eyes

and starlight. 

Sound 

became

a

slow 

movement 

of tornado

air and

friction. 

Skin 

mixing

with 

time, 

metal molding

me

into the 

importance

of 

being.