I am a decentered circle
my weight shifts and shifts
and falls and falls

I am trapped by my instability
weighed down by my weight

How much a star must suffer

No loose ends swim in my waters
I tie them all to my belt
dragging the load of certainly with me

Always upstream
never with the current
that is my path
my determination
my choice

My will is strong
but its content
undetermined

All I have is drive
but I channel it
into empty ravines

Remembrance and regrets
they too are part of venture

Life is too overwhelming
as that a single voice
could ever capture it all

I love you precisely because
you possess a strong commitment
to challenging paradigms of oppression

Float untied
The knot’s a noose

Should I fly
yes I should
I should sore like an eagle
but there is no flight
no reaching up high
without learning to float

Which birds are stupid
enough to fly carelessly
their flight is perilous
but skill carves out
a space for safety