Another Old Poem

[inibo]

I CAN'T WALK ON THE SEA

no matter how hard I try.
I can't be holy
I'm not pure
and I always consider
whether or not it will make me cum.

Do you see these hands
springing from the arms of a man?
A man!
So expect no miracles
except that we live
there are no miracles
and I question that life is more than
just what it seems:
a wanting to be.

Well, I am
so place no burden on me to be a god.
I'm no stronger than the muscle in my back
and the will to use it.
The will
and the feeling that powers it
can lift
but no higher than my man eyes.
So look me straight in them and say
you see
that I'm no fulcrum
for the world to turn on.
I'm no answer
to any question.

Or use them for a mirror.
They are mirrors, you know
you can see the measure of your strength in them.
If I am stronger
that's your doing
not mine
I am no more than you are
and I am standing on the truth.
There is no more than this:
if you drop jour gaze from the empty sky
or raise it from the ground
you'll see.

Assure yourself
there is no army behind you
and none against you,
So stand alone and look me
in the eye.
Examine me.
Look closely at your reflection.
We wear each other's face
and share each other's soul
I am the best of you
you are the worst of me
but
best and
worst are
empty words

There are no props on this stage
the director is dead
the script is smeared with his blood.
I'm your cue
but
I don't know your lines.
Improvise...