lxii.

 myself


. . . .



i will sing steadily
the song of myself'
in curious medley
apart
from harmonious wealth

for your breath
is not yet strong
to join your voice
in blend
with my song

my words will fall
among your feet
and will scatter your mind
within
their glorious beat

heaven awakes
as i raise my voice
to sing the ballad
to still rejoice
to hold myself dear
though
not quite your choice

and i believe
for all you cant
in all of me

apart from you
i still will be
always glorious
forever worthy




-me