Anything for Her.

For her, I would do anything.

I would not hesitate
to feel the frosty air
punish me
as I climbed
Everest
and shifted it
to the East
pebble by pebble.

For her, I would do anything.

I would instantly embark
toward Atlantis
without a compass
or raft
or socks,
and search
eternally
for a myth.

For her, I would do anything.

I would sit across
from Satan,
amid his sour
sulfurous breath,
trying to negotiate
with my own
soul
on the table.

For her, I would do anything.

But she did not ask me
To grab hold
To embark
To negotiate.
She asked me
To let go
To stay still
To be quiet.

For her, I would do anything.
But all that she wants from me
is nothing.

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