in the real world
my word is a gentle flame
in the real world
i breathe
in the real world
i am as i am
and, i love the imaginary
in the real world
i do not meet
the expectations of those i love
and, i do not need to
to love and know that i am loved
in real worlds
i am quiet
i love my voice
i respect death
like my teeth
like hands
like flesh
i respect life
as i do death
in the real world
i may not feel love
but i know the ground
i know the land speaks
at the edge of the real, in the field
where we meet
where love does its work
in the making of
at the edge of where
mystery speaks
for what i believe to be truth
sways in the seas of uncertainty
in the real world
i am a timid creature
lonely learning
to respect his nature
in the family of things