mean more
than a sunshine or a night's rest
or as much as the aqua seas lapping
at a crisp white seashore

I've searched books leaves and trees
bark and kittens purr
wandered distances shore to mountain tops
valleys

so deep dark the bats are blind
and the fleas burrow down
into the red clay trying to
find a way out

I have seen beautiful and
wonders and wandered in them
felt arms I did
not ever want to unfold

flowers from another land it
seemed, I have enjoyed
along with empty
landscapes

and no hope
and tall mountains barring
every escape
and every way back

yet I kept, like the lowest creatures
trying to find immortality
and friendship
and love

a genetic determination
to be

and so, I found me here now,
trying to tell
all who ever reads this
about it.