Oftentimes I wonder
       if my essence will
                   c a r r y on
If all of this,
poetry
swimming inside my heart,
          head, will
                             explode
and rain

  d
  o
  w
  n

on the soil.
Will it
d    i   s   s  i  p   a  t   e,    forever?

Do the thoughts I think of
                    now,
were they once
                           somebody's?
Will they be
                           somebody's,
                                                     ­   eventually?