As I Am
Arrange whatever piece comes your way
Language a wine upon lips
Events travel through day
The hour glass dips
Dyeing, values life
Children, reinventions of the world
A beautiful uncut hair of graves
Under sheets may you curl
In our idleness, in dreams
This place calls home
Reality turns distaste
This fantasy illusion
The future no certain
Dreams form to shame
Dwell to the lion’s mane
Knee to submission
A scene elegant than death
I stand as I stand
Silence goes a breath
I exist as I am.