Read My Mind

"I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,
If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.

You will hardly know who I am or what I mean,
But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,
And filter and fibre your blood.

Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged,
Missing me one place search another,
I stop somewhere waiting for you."

-Walt Whitman, Song of Myself





Adaptation
A s s i m i l a t i o n
[Big as'S' School]
I ask you,
Implore
As your lovechild's
Love child.
Throat
(Thermal)
Sea of
C O N S C I O U S N E S S
Warbling alone
Lone path
I do not sing
I scream
This is my message.


This is me.