thank you for my eyes, I say,
thank you for my eyes, I'm not the man
I used to be. (M.S.)

If not for art and writing,
would I be silent in the universe?
Passing down concrete halls and
the chatter of thousands who
muttered their messages
in places I might have
heard some of them,
but with so many of them
talking,
I need to drown it out with
total oceans of silence,
a wall of silence,
or maybe just the birds.
But if I leave something of me
behind, or something of mine,
am I still there?
Today I thought if I snatch a
baby I will become a mother
and I can raise that child
to stand on two feet and
stretch with both hands up
and pull the rope
and climb higher than I
ever have been and see
more than I ever will see.
When my time comes, and
I have met my love,
I will never take him for granted,
not one day, not one moment,
not once,
because I waited so long
for this and waited so long
and waited so
and waited
and.