Wednesday, June 5, 2013

How Are You

How are you?

The question reveals layers, skin shedding, memories out
it's all out
it's collecting ahead of itself, unable to look behind
to trail the myths of who has been and watch the coming ones
with their words

I saw you
I see you
the many faces
on walls, in doorways, everywhere
I don't know why

How are you?

I am OK
I am half crazed
I am fabulous
I don't know
I'm changing


I can't keep up
I am lost, never had a compass

I'm tired, want to be held and to be treasured

How are you?

The sky is blue

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