the catabolist
I'll find the sacred buried in me And I will cut it while everyone is watching

(it will not be enough)

mordred
the honed
To the kindness of strangers and their kitchen floors. How the pain grows sweet and the blood dries burnt orange
lancelot
the percipent
Reason’s a tease, Drank up all that hemlock, here I am just reading the leaves
nimue
the architect
It's a sacrificial violence, all those passed over in silence then cast out with the blame
merlin
the attached
I know I said I would be Caesar Or else I would be nothing

But I will settle for being right

isolde
the seeker
Oh what am I waiting for?

A spell to be cast or for it to be broken?

At the very last some wild ghost from my past come to split me wide open?

galahad
the wayward
We are alone in this together
elaine
the dying
every star is a possible death
the fisher king
the telepresence
Can we wait for the summer again?

Can we hold out for summer again?

Will we ever be whole again?

guinevere
the executive
I began hearing these voices in the dial tone

And they come to me now though I dismembered my phone

morgan
the empath
Don't shake the nest, don't speak the lie
sir kay
the denotation
What goes up, goes up in flames
arthur
the mnemologist
Hollowed out of all my fabled insides

Occam shave me down to primal truth— return me to the womb

gawain
the futurist
All that being and nothingness, on the same möbius strip
tristan
the onomastic
Mirror to my left, and mirror to my right, A void stretching out on either side

Is it your face or mine?

bedivere