being human and the soul,
nothing prepares
either for either.
or the ups and downs
of what happens
in skin.
the year of return
this may not be,
but at least I am still trying.
my heart hasn't killed me,
and I still believe in love,
no matter how hard she is.
the sun is hotter,
water is still wet,
and there is lots to talk about.
I don't know
everything about the universe
just a lot about how it looks to losers like me.
so, step up
to the melody
and sing the sinew of what cuts.