some kind of human
you are that kind of human you wake every morning and know that all you treasure so close with guarded heart will go in time the sky passes above your crown never the same again yes you are that kind of human sometimes you stop in the dead of the day to see time moving in the back room it does not judge to hold, is to suffer, it calls. i will take all this from you lay it bare leave your bones to waste you are that kind of human the kind that rinses and repeats with imprints of slave lives buried deep in your coal black eyes and you are that kind of human still watering the seeds clearing out the weeds sweeping the porch and preparing your heart for more