Body, spirit, mind. Three things that I need.
I run in the mornings. The dew so nice.
It shines on the dead leaves. I watch my feet,
careful not to fall. I must trust my eyes:
Possessions, work, reputation. Crucial
things for the responsible man.
I disappear before it gets racial.
My darkness is my only masterplan:
Relations unchosen, chosen, mental.
I lost my mind in undying classrooms.
I build it back with fancies so gentle
I will not be living when thought resumes:
And endings. Of body, soul and of life.
O Hand of God, lend me your liquid knife!