Some . .

Thoughts

And

Its dispersiveness

Establish

No boundaries

For me

Some, go on paper

Some, sit on high grass

Delighted and pure

Some, say your name

Thirsty and untuned

Some, become satisfied

As nude to touch

Some, survive in a sphincter

Regulated and relaxed

Some, become butterflies

Hoping to awake like someone else

Some, stand in old age

Identical to yesterdays

Some, close their eyes

As briefness outlines their fate

Some, become trees

Scattered in time

Some, multiply when it rains

Measuring drops as faith

Some, exist in you

More secretly and afraid

Some, in darkness

Half lit decades

Of a young self

Some, become some

As all of these thoughts

Can only be shared

With you

Who reads me