Collide?

Yes, why not?

I think I will
When

My will

Bides for a man
That shows
Their worth and knows

What they want.



I'm here still, mind you.

Wandering,
Wondering
Near pratfuls and razor edges
That make
Every falling leaf n'
Passing stream

A missle

Of self reflection and tropic

Kitch.



I love writers.
They make me believe
Not
In myself.

A stone has more
Truth
Than a sentence.

A sentence
Holds no
Natural substance.

Paragraphs
Are the feeble attempts
Of man
For meaning.

We are periods,
Commas,
Arguments of dashes, semi-colons, apostrophes.

Seek a soul unknown and -

Query them.

Dig them.

Dive into them.

See how deep a sentence for a story goes
When it means
Existing for the sake

Of existing.

I am I with you
And

Never without you.

Hold my words. Hold my papers. Hold myself.

Just as soon,

Put it on the shelf,

To gather dust,

To pass on,

To another self.