• My breath grasps at straws
• because I don't know how to live.
• I don't know what's reasonable
• to ask of myself.

Nothing's permanent

except what I don't like any-

more, or never would have wanted

had I known in time.

• Impermanence is
• as reassuring sometimes as
• the stability we can't find.
• I wish music were

eternal. In it

I could live, a man in a shoe.

Would

            you want to live with me there?

• It doesn't matter...