So softness in my soul

So softness in my soul

Fight not want not

to unmove and wrestle slight

true I am a beggar

lit by the warmth of the brightest stars

feeble, and fumble, dumb and joyful

tasteful and docile

the silver hatches of dust carry

grace and awkwardness

tomorrows are senseless

senseless am I


© Kevin S. Freeman circa 1987