You have played, (I think) And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a little tired now; Tired of things that break, and— Just tired. So am I.

Seeker of truth follow no path all paths lead where truth is here.

Here's to opening and upward... and to yourself and up with you and up with and up with laughing.

I imagine that yes is the only living thing.

Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.

You have played, (I think) And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a little tired now; Tired of things that break, and— Just tired. So am I.

(and from my thighs which shrug and pant a murdering rain leapingly reaches the upward singular deepest flower which she carries in a gesture of her hips)