high and low
no end no end
high and low
you can see me
kneeling slow
to the ground
a dress piled like
cream.
i am in need
I want You
no more facade
for You.
see the truth is
im a lil confused
and have books named past
i need to dust them off so i can walk away and
play a while
im ready see,
to climb the rust wall
im ready to see
You.
wrists hold me up
and my head strains hair falls in green pools of pairs
of eyes.
please let me come
im running to you unaware
of having no fine shoes
to lace,
running hard on dirt
white dust
covers
and white face.
see i had calculated givings
and bowings
and living.
but i laugh!
because i dont want it anymore
i want to be me.
like a jagged edge
tree
that i am.
reaching craving
the blue, gray or black.
and i want you to trim me
im not pretending, ruff like an oak.
cut me smoother as a birch.
from afar i look a perfect
jewel.
But we are face to face;
You have the chisel ready,
and so am
i