I love
that thing.
In a world of obstacles between me and me.
Shutterbacks to the sky train.
Far and wide, the essence of that.
Stone walls and little fibres.
Mold found in the dilemmas.
An ocean of undatingness.
Someday,
I'll breathe into energy.
Someday,
I'll ferment soil with intent.
And pray the sky will shine its lamp.
I'll water it with heartfelt love.
I'll back, back beneath the stars.
Someday come.
And grip it when the missiles charge.
Someday come.
I'll tend to it with utmost care.
And open it when I can share with slavery its perfection.
Someday, I'll awake.
I'll throw
away the bag and say,
for no one owns what we all need.
I'll begin without, within.
Searching, seeking, seeing.
