Pulling my Feet from the Mud
Sometimes it is time
To do
Not want I want
But
What needs done
Like
Pulling my
Feet from the
Mud
Giving time
To the
Existential
Beingness hounding my
Exo-stential
Nothingness
In other words
Pulling my
Feet from the
Mud
Straining to
Remember the time
I couldn't see
Father than my
Nose
Having no
Inner or
Outer
Picture of
Pulling my
Feet from the
Mud
When I thought
That way
Who was I
The distance between
Here and
There lies
Folded over like
Ribbons
Back and Forth
Colors blur
Sun tucks
Behind the horizon
I watch
Tugging
Pulling my
Feet from the
Mud.
coypright 2012 sajamaka publishing
sunset.4.13.12
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