19 lutego 2012
I(am)
I am alone,
connected to everything
I touch
I see
I love.
I am God
with unwashed feet
unnoticed, laughed at, spit upon
ignored, revered, respected,
all encompassing.
I live in alleys with the trash.
A hero to no one,
a bystander
in a masterpiece
that does not blink, flinch,
nor hate.
I am free.