history textbooks and family trees
only to be chopped down by greed.
losing limbs, broken teeth, creaking bones.
watered down souls. wavering spirits.
who’s to say you won’t be pulled off center
stage by a cane? permanence is an illusion.
really, what isn’t? rods and cones and corneas
and mind games. i only want open oceans.
i don’t want to meet mid-tango, i want to collide
and never explode again.