I Can't Feel the Walls

I am here,

I am forever,

My own muse and masterpiece,

A nameless mute,

As Abundant as the boneyards,

But a poor grave,

The meek braun,

Whose extroversion has met none like,

Just shovels and fables,

Which my gratitude knows no end,

But where are the means to my end,

My brothers and sisters,

With mutual minds and hunger for the bold,

Souls without chains,

How few left there are,

My anxiety is but eagerness,

My impatience, but enthuse,

And my love,

For nothing but the now,

For I am here,

I am forever.

J.U.