i can only
be myself
so when you ask me otherwise
you will get
yourself
without the nod
the lands moving with moss
everything thriving
the world living
through me
a plan in a plan
hopefully positive
without going backwards
to hang there like a bat
nothing stuck
not ever stuck in the music
but playing with it
I go marking my feet
prints in the sand
of my love
and what I cherish,
burning and sizzling softly
as the end looms
and I hug it,
myself again.
myself
03.18.12
