in my worst moments
my mind has seen life
(and all its entanglements)
as a game
an unfriendly game
taken seriously and
personally
(a constant encounter
across the gap
between mind and
?
something
I feel too
distracted
to get a firm grip
on
whatever
it
is
)
survival is
an occupying experience
(even when)
to survive is
to lose
to lose myself and
to lose the game which has been in motion
since well before I became
:
to be the greatest self
to find charity
through that which I create
to find modesty
through that which I nurture
to try to leave
small wet echoes worth
remembering
September, 2014