I am
The angle of life
the demon of death
The blind man
sees me walking across the street
Me, a legless dance
that skips to the beat of a deaf composer
She reads a white page
She asks why it sings
I am the paradox
of all things
I am a god a goddess the light the dark
The striving the thriving when we are apart
Me and I we reach for each other
each caught up, promised one to another
I have the drive to strive to be alive to live a life worth living.
One of glory of peace of a nice warm fleece
A sock laid down by the fire
I have the drive to thrive and dive into the hive of my mind.
A place where life resides and death awaits
behind the line, beneath the fence, beyond the gate
Jan 18, 2021
Jan 18, 2021 at 12:30 AM UTC
I am
The angle of life
the demon of death
The blind man
sees me walking across the street
Me, a legless dance
that skips to the beat of a deaf composer
She reads a white page
She asks why it sings
I am the paradox
of all things
I am a god a goddess the light the dark
The striving the thriving when we are apart
Me and I we reach for each other
each caught up, promised one to another
I have the drive to strive to be alive to live a life worth living.
One of glory of peace of a nice warm fleece
A sock laid down by the fire
I have the drive to thrive and dive into the hive of my mind.
A place where life resides and death awaits
behind the line, beneath the fence, beyond the gate
