Yes, and the mirror that connects the me with that universal WE is one scary b*****d to confront some damned mornings. I like the ending to this very much. It is the knot in the heart of a poet. The "where do I stand in all of this?" moment that makes us all tighten up, and look into the core of this fireball life. It's what separates the sensitive soul from the bloodless turnips.
Somedays, buddy; some-friggin-days, I'd love to be one of those mean old blind turnips. LOL!
Is it better to be the wave or the shore? Hard to tell when you've always seen things from one side or the other.
Kenneth The Poet is an optimist wrapped in the candy shell of moroseness and cynicism. He lives between the two parallels marked 46 and 49, all while living in the state marked 39. He pretends that he.. more..