at five am i may remember the key to life
and at five thirty i will start to remember
its source
cold as the north
and sluggish as the south
tired of surprises
i blink my eyes
gummy faced and freazy i shut my
eyelids
you hid so much from me
yesterday i was so proud of everything i had done
make me proud of no doing
make me a being
make me less than the earth
and more than believing