defined
but perhaps
indefinable
presupposition
all these threads
do not limit me
I am limitless
devouring life with
each change in
trajectory
weaving my world
around us
some ugly
tangled
mass
but to me
it is infinite
freedom
for today I focus
on heart
spirit
instinct
but soon
when morning dew
casts prismatic
bliss
upon us
sunrise will welcome
my contributions
and
break me free
to spin
again
something solid
stable and salable
for you
to trade
today
I am incalculable
a hundred plans
millions of words
one hope
someday
I will be
the seller
one day
I’ll find the
single shining strand
and follow it to
my
private
pot of gold