Monday, April 27, 2009

My Puzzle Piece

A faculty of lack implicates me,
declaring itself the 'isness' of now.
Empty Visions lead me astray
as the ideas that were forced to percolate
are sheeted like old furniture protected, gone unused.
Now without authority, my identity as lacking
hovers like sunbirds eating from tobacco tree flowers;
not stimulating my freedom, but imprisoning it.

I am mid home,
but my absence is close.
I am not singular; I hinge upon you for who.
I am rooted in my image, alienated from the real.
Know that you can take me, and that you will.
You won't stop because I am a function,
Your Function, the what of the who for you.