DON’T MESS UP A GOOD THING
The ravens were about me and
I felt as though I moved with their ease.
Full am I, too, of grace and instinct.
Knowing the wind can tell a secret,
being a vastness of numbers,
seeing a gargantuan number
is some kind of marvel,
one which I must mute.
And here and now is the motto,
because where else, what else?
A ceaseless trip emerges
from a mighty mind,
one who doesn’t gift joy,
but buries it in riddle.
