Hold yourself

Hold yourself
in higher regard
than you can carry;
By doing this,
you allow yourself
to feel weightless
when you raise
half-way and
know you’ve
more to give.

I lower myself
to these words,
hunched and
cramped, I
give a relaxing
voyage from
thought to peck
but I never
leave them here, nah;

What’s with that
sweet-bob of
body from
the music
left sit
on air,
to be
swum in
and dived toward;

What’s the vocal/
verbal/viral
melody
swamping
my arms and
thoughts to the
sway of
the lightest dark
and
widest day?

Ah,
I love the cactus;
Who can love
that which
has too little
to survive
if not
for
it
be-
ing
who
it is/
you.

there is some bottom to these depths;

there is some bottom to these depths;
i wonder if they follow my words,
or i follow theirs?

what follows
if not following
itself;
what draws
but inks,
leaving tints
about what may,
what june;
i follow these and hope
they wallow in themselves
so i may, afraid, away,
walk in thought around
and leave no impression
of the sole,
merely follow
and forgottten.

i wind my time in wanderings of the self,
though selfish that may be, i
find myself through these times,
and hope to be in them one day,
instead of looking out;
as though a mountain in movement
of the rushing rock,
held but caught in constance.

there is a gnat,

there is a gnat,
which follows me.
he investigates
the lip of
toiletbowl
while i
release, and
he looks
inside, afraid
of stream
and floats
upward with
great haste
to avoid me;
i cannot help
but feel he
follows
in hopes
i’ll soon be
deceased,
so he may
nit-pick
at which
side to begin devouring.

but
he follows me,
this friend,
and we enjoy
the blank scenery/
the mountainesque
landscape
of an apartment dwelling,
full-bright
with white walls and
wooden desk,
with brightest screen
in warm glow/
and i feel
he enjoys
this,
though wants
to be led out.

i can never sleep when i need to,
and need to when i can never sleep.

it’s hard to sleep
when i know there’s much to do
and all’s ahead, while i’d rather not
wait, i’d rather go
and find my way in time;
it’s much less a worry
of missing, as a knowledge of
more;
i’d rather go than stay here, but
i feel i’d be better with knowing
all i’ve yet to learn.