Funny Old Word

I fear I'm addicted, and there's
this fantastically aching new ache
in all the spaces you've made
inside me for yourself

If addiction this be,
then I will make this mine,
that I give from the barest heart of my being,
what you have seen from the beginning,
with eyes true and burning,
bringing light to all my dark places,
chasing off the aches with faces
poised in a pale soft green
and i ruminate over the words i've seen
and sent to the sky as a sign,
not of what we can be,
but of what we must be