Wednesday, July 15, 2015

you look polished, imaginary-
"there's nothing to it" is how you seem.
what keeps you safe is what keeps us apart.

perhaps i'm in a cage. perhaps
you're all in the cage.

one of us needs to be caged,
for i am a wolf, if i think i can

be what i think. i think i can walk
across land, if that's what it takes

to speak of distance. and so

i walk on water
when i get tired,
instead of lowering my head.

ahead of my life i walk on water.