I discovered an old poem that I wrote years ago, the language has changed, the ideas have remained pretty much the same.


close to death
and life
this mechanical animal
stears through air - tight fear
i am here
this inspiration flies
high with fright
it's a sun-bright windy yellow day
almost alone
the eternal crone, my constant companion
reminding me of my death
oh, the value that she brings to every breath
metal monster
in a careless sky
a small sperm like shadow reflected
on the thick blue ocean over which we fly
i would feel free
if i could be
in control
ensure this flight
deliver me whole