Posted on Wednesday, August 27, 2003
I want
to dance like a fool on the head of a pin
to be ready to shoot dice with death
and win
to sing stupid songs
to jump from a plane
to see you in the room
and feel
no
pain
I want
to awe the whole room with my rapier wit
to be a square peg in a round hole
and fit
to bask in the sun
to play in the snow
to be somewhere with you
and not have
to
go
I want
to chisel these words on a vast slab of stone
to lift that immense monument
on my own
to carry it up
to the Earth’s snowy crown
to be atop the whole world
and never
come
down
I want
to do all of these things before my race is run
to punch my way out of the webs that
I’ve spun
if I manage to do that
before my time is through
please remind me:
the reason I started
was
you.
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