I’m not sober
I’m not drunk
Nor am I contrite
If I was would it be one way
Or the other would we be
Together or separately
Running towards the
Identical flame
Aren’t we all
Racing towards
The same thing?
Whatever is the end
The path to how we
Get there is very different
For each of us
Undulant rose petals
Beneath our feet
Screaming at the top
Of imperial imagination
Mountains of earth
We once climbed to
Survive and swimming
Our way from the start
Follow and focus in
Wander far away
Seeking a destination
Always hoping to land
Somewhere to mean
Something or for
Something to be meant
In the egg of our
Promise to ourselves
Or the unknown
Universe we’ve steeped
Into a cupped
Reality
© GÄ
Poétique 