As a wanderer I travel endlessly
Desserts, Forests, Valleys, Seas, Skies
Of yellow paths in painted blue,
Out of Chaos, basking in Gaia’s recipes,
Oh Titan, how deep your waters run inside,
Less forlorn, I move towards a glittering jewel
Only to come to an ever transforming destiny
I touch; it changes. I ignore; I hear its cries.
I think I am, you question “Who are you?”
To live I live for myself selfishly
In each piece of me is all that is under the sky,
By each self-neglect I’m bruised by self-abuse
What’s being and becoming is in my eyes,
To be a shadow of all the other lives, you are I
© – Nishayel Williams 2013
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