What i am, what i write upon,
and what i write with are all
of the same earth.We take the tree to write upon
the tree. Humbled by leaves and
skies and dolphins and here i am.Pages with no lines, words without
boundaries, poems beyond thoughts.There is more to be said and by the
end i hope to articulate it.
I will for i can. And my mind will stray,
and my purpose will be unclear.We take.
And all i can give back is myself.
And this is me.
(12.13.98)
(upon real paper,
with a real pencil)
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