getting sharper with every word
about the tip
of the wood yellow thing I try
to wield like a sword in this
cautious shadow like being

spinning between the razors edges
roundabouts honing the craft
of my ambitions and hopes
whirling learning wanting too much to
contribute

to peace love and society where
my best parts might be the shavings left
in the plastic catcher thing,I throw out
every now and then