i found all the world within a sidewalk crack
so many soles walking over all sadness.
we all say, “everyone’s day is their own.”
what else can we be?
some kick off their shoes and enjoy the day
many others stick to their philosophy —
so what should they be?
i walk within the golden light
of forgiveness — for myself.
Would not wish to be you
with a gaping wound with salt;
they take all the blame eating freezer burn kisses
who has a right to say all apologies?
When i am close to nirvana
i say i wish i was as you
so easily confused with burning salt
but i cannot take blame — some choke
with after-birth and others embrace Sun.
:: 11.20.2020 ::