I am a piece of pottery and the
Earth is my wheel as it revolves around the sun
and those who speak to me dig their fingers into
my skin, shaping me into something new

Each jump of the second hand on my watch
is a chance to die or live more fully, another
chance to more perfectly realize what
choice I have in the matter

The love I feel for myself is constant; it is the
coast and the emotions I feel for those around me
must ebb and flow so life can spring forth as blood
from a tear

My God is the belief that in a year's time everything
will be better, and my Devil is the sinking fear of the
opposite