Is this all we can do– just let ourselves go,
over the edge and fall wishing that we had someone
to catch us wishing that we had the luck we thought,
think, we need?
We are born like demons wishing to hold
onto another for our own sakes– but one should live
for the other one should live for the self, not for ever
but for enough.
“I” is not alone– it is here, in this line nine,
skimming into “I love you” mornings that bring joy
to hardened hearts selves bursting with freedom
until “I”‘s rise and fall,
Again, to the “we” we think we need–
we do need. But not always, not now.
“I” is never nowhere, it can dull but never fades;
I am one with all.
December 6, 2013