You and I experience the world
The way that a tender doe
Then falls on its side in relief,
Becomes myopic and can only see
What it takes to survive;
What it must do to live a little longer;
Acknowledges that the only way out
Then moves forward.
When we line up our magnum opuses—
The only of our words that have ever mattered—
They form the truest cento that will be.
The one we all are dying to catch from the air
And place on paper for memory's sake;
The one about living;
The one we must all abide by.