everything
we do has
to be
uncommitted

it is so to
escape influence
glory and
pride

a phrase written in
the sand, waiting to be
cleared by the
upcoming wave

a piece of cardboard near
a dumpster in
the back alley of
the place you go to
earn a living, picked,
and used to
write some words in
between smokes at the
ten-minute break,
later dumped, and stumbled
upon, lost in the dirt,
forever

one of those
might be found by the
chances of the universe,
and that's the way the
universe gives us
our genuine
created value