Saturday, May 18, 2013

No one

December 3, 1988

Once I was satisfied
Being no one,
A man in a place
A statue in a window,
My hands poised
Doing always
But never doing,
My mouth slightly open
For speech
But always empty of words
And in those times
I found most contentment
Questions with answers
Motives with reasonable acts
But these days
I drift in spaces
Where questions lack answers
And motives lack reason
And I am never satisfied
And yet,
Move and breathe and think

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