I am a part of myself
separate, connected, whatever
I am the dream

His Name is Life

Words are often missed (often unknown)
opportunities, vacant cells
and the cloaked man simply laughs
(very cruelly–he is undoubtedly
"You seem lost, friend, child, daughter,
sister, darling bitch"
his fingers tap the tones on the
grinding wheel
"I can help you find your way"
The only reply from multitudes resonates
& falls through stale air:
"you, you are harsh"
Baby, baby that's–
that monk/hermit/freak, dazzling/
cringing/pining over there–
his name is life.

5 May 2006

A/N: Definitely not the original formatting.