all wide open big Spring mouth
the slather of your creeping


is clear its

full and

teeth are

white slick sharp

tumbling with
the smell of
sunscreen

                     (a dribble of
                          rosehips
                                           sweetly


                                                            )



        the clamor of a boygirl
        too early
        in the sun
        eyes aching
        rubbing them from crisp
        sleep into ragged waking


              THE!SEA

and miles of it a car
warm too
much a stirring of dust(laughing next to me about suddenly how one time she broke a boy's heart

removing the "I" from the "Self"
is a concept that I, as myself, have difficulties understanding.
perhaps it's the culture that I live in but it seems inescapable
to use "I" as a helper for description.
To call yourself One seems no different to me than
to call yourself I.

Apart from the fact that to say, "One is hungry for flesh." There could be zombies through the miscommunication.
Rather than to say "I am hungry for flesh." You are a cannibal.


I and Ego
have roles each in their own,
but I do not believe it's egotistical to say I
when describing how you feel, no feeling lasts forever,
for feelings change just as the I changes.

To open your mind, ("your": anyone who believes that I and Ego are one)
to the idea that it's not how one describes themselves or their feelings
but perhaps how one acts off of those thoughts or feelings
and chooses to live their lives and how they treat those around them,
as well as themselves.

Ego, to me, is a behavior,
deeply rooted within your shadow,
which is cast by your soul.

Then again, such as people create their own religions,
I tend to create my own definitions for words that already have them.

Some people are so pure; a pull so insatiable
A polar attraction in totality. We are losing electrons like it's going out of style
And those who think to call themselves poets
Rely on such trite cliché similes as:
Like it's going out of style
Nobody really cares though
Don't worry I can speak for everyone
Just look into my eyes
You will see the hivemind
Play us more music
Bring us strong drink
It is as good to remember
As it is to forget

You used to laugh (and
    pretend my spiny sweet-gum
       words would cringe at the very
  brush of a lifetime), but
                     our seasons are changing
                (everything is all at once an
                  unwavering green), adopting
                      breadth of iceberg proportions
  
    (we dance around forever.)