They try to scalpel parts of our skin
so they might fit themselves within,
but who gave us the duty of
Let us stop 'representing' things.
Let us take sapphire dust to the sky,
and scatter it and paint everything blue. Let us create
a whole world out of woolgathering and star-matter.
(We could create a whole world and
they could call it a wrongdoing and
what they say would matter, somehow.)
Let us stop mechanically writing
words that other people tell us
we should write. Let us say things like
'maybe', and 'something', and 'who knows?'
again. Let us swim in the ocean,
without a swimming costume. Let us dream
in our naked selves. Our naked, hateful, selfish,
loving, kind, wonderous, ponderous, sometimes
waxy, slippery skin that can't
store all the words others try
to stick on us, skin that is real
and does not need