I want
\nSomething is nagging and
\nGnawing at my brain, chewing and
\nSavoring each little thought
\nI want<\/p>\n
I crave
\nIntangible, ethereal, slipping through my
\nGrasping fingers, short for a man, but wrinkled
\nAnd stronger than most hands
\nI crave<\/p>\n
I search
\nWandering the alleys of bookshelves
\nIn my brain, wandering between the tracks
\nOf the subway that flies
\nI search<\/p>\n
I question
\nOld and new things twist in the light
\nSo I can see all the angles
\nAnd figure out what and why and how
\nI question<\/p>\n
I ponder
\nFeeling the breath of life
\nArtificial and natural
\nWaft over me and embrace me
\nI ponder<\/p>\n
I sway
\nLetting my own thoughts and feelings buffet me
\nBack and forth, smiling as they fight
\nSo vehemently
\nI sway<\/p>\n
I land
\nMy feet feeling and embracing
\nThe cool and mother earth
\nI am stable, and ready
\nI land<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I want Something is nagging and Gnawing at my brain, chewing and Savoring each little thought I want I crave Intangible, ethereal, slipping through my Grasping fingers, short for a man, but wrinkled And stronger than most hands I crave … Continue reading