Everything I Separate

From a word, a mountain –
An idea to an end.

I live in vast silences
Where I have found wisdom to reside.
Silence is your ignorance
I find its depth is unfathomable.

Thus, the end is mine to own
Through tomorrow’s tomorrow

And from this everything, I separate.




This social life.
All the tiny, fractionate bits.
The roles to play.
Promises to keep on others’ behalf.

Play the social game.
We are in our twenties and
must finally mature, save
for the exceptions to rules;
canes and wheelchairs
feel they can speak their minds
without consequence.

But I am incorrigible.