No Sugar Added—

I write from the dismal land ripe within, cooped-up in seclusion, I'm a hermit aging gray come from no place, gone nowhere, I'm mute without a language blind someone with open eyes see everything and nothing and although some territorial's come marked the soil of me with piss, I belong to nothing for no one measures up to or bends down small enough to really know the low of me: fabulously lost where gods and nymphs weep when I touch the flummox of their unfolding instinct.

©2012 j.a.o.a.