May the worm that is my life
eating paths through time
blindly choosing patterns
co-ordinating fate
May the bird that is my life
caged
yet singing songs of hope
wishing for the breath of life beneath his wings
true feeling
of freedom
May the tiny shark that is my life
preying on weakness
hiding from strength
hating, hated
May the tree that is my life
branching out
giving out
taking up
always standing still,
alone
May the hyena that is my life
taking from the work of others
enjoying all life
removing all sense
May they come together as one
Finally bringing light to my world
[1997]
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i. i sit quietly watching the man seeking my soft spots with nimble fingers sliding in the needles, head, neck, belly, arms i'm froz...
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