I am
Lower cased in fragments of
Position and
Pleasure
But by that which I decree
And that which burns in me
Is better
Back and forth
Twisted simply in my heart
Power
Pauses percentages of life
I won’t pencil in
The things that deserve ink
As I can’t pencil in the past
And erase it’s cause
I
Can operate
So smoothly in your arms
Taking sips of sunlight
Off and on
© GÄ
Poétique 