Apr 13 2008
∞
At some point
Was it at knifepoint or at some other point
that breathing stopped
taking and giving
stopped
Awareness
stopped?
In this cave where no light
can enter
Two can read meanings
into things
as easily as one
But I’m not the one to
tell you the answer
I can’t carry the day
Or chase praise and prizes
like others do
with ease
No, I’m always outside
the door
looking in
Looking for that connection
that won’t sputter
like a candle
in the spring wind
