I am a complicated, 

Tense ball of stress. 

I walk around and see 

People around me, chained to their

Misgivings and hope. 

 

But I want that, too. 

 

I have been blind 

For so long, 

The spider weaves its 

Nasty strings around my

Feet. 

 

I used to fly with my brothers 

and Sisters. Now I am painting

Scenes of what will never be. I am 

a Mover, a Nomad, a Gypsy. 

 

I will change like the tides of the oceans,

making marks on the beach. I am

a tired old man, closing his eyes at

Night and dreaming of equations. 

 

I am the rock you cannot

Get out of your shoe. I am 

fire, burning bright in 

words and letters. What

do they all mean? 

 

They are who I am and I am

who they are: a koi fish swimming

in a pond of water. 

 

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