With a dark mark
My intent is known
All my power contracts
smaller than a pupil
to provide one ink drop
of ocean
more countable
than blessings
And I may have to walk
a mile for this
I may have to stand in line
with hundreds
fixing the bull’s eye
firmly in mind
every mark for now
a sacred star compressed
a massive black dot
telescoped
to a tiny circumference
of suffrage
Explosive
secret or not
I fold it in upon itself
and slip my will into the slot