Am I
the prairie
or the pit?
Am I
the marsh
or the abyss?
I've tried
to match the
expectations of others.
I've tried
to dig the
hole in the mountain.
I know
now what I am
subject to the whim.
I know
now what I must
be the serpent under the flower.
Time will
make the flower wilt
petal by petal till dust.
Time will
make the serpent grow,
gorging on the rancor till...