deeper shade of soul.

the sweat on my palms makes them feel like
someone else's

touching my chin and lips
i remember how there are

"way too many people"
here on the east coast

and i will never be the same
since i held that flower in my hands

never
since i got to see
that scroll in the box

ironically
my adoptive family could only
disseminate

and i lost them

but not you
perfect unselfish
law.

and i'd ask you to take me
to where i'd be happier

less dangerous

mountains,
a valley

eye-contact is ok
but not mandatory

their games,
much more innocent
saved by zero

but i guess i'm needed here.

i couldn't possibly teach
them
even though i know
they want me to
become familiar with
their rules

(probably for my own protection)


what will be left,
an amalgamate at best

or
the numbers of too many
will begin their refractive
(or reflected)
geometry

we must construct our mandala
soon.
it will be ever-changing.

but for now,
i guess i must really
get used to the violence,

the
claustophobia of this
god;

the initiative

is even more punk
than punk-rock.



you must assume that no one else
knows.
and if they know,
you must break through the social system
to embrace
one another
without
fear.