am I here?

here I am,

my eyelids weigh,

drag me down. . .

the hours

the hours

the hours I have slept

escape me. . .

though my soul is voiceless

it is restless

from all the steps

the sole of my feet take

to nowhere, over and over.

save me

from forgetting how to be

what I claim to be

I am, I am poet

turns to I was, I was poet.

I am, I am alive

turns to I was, I was alive.

pull out the matches

and turn ablaze my inspiration

a stroke of illusion

that someone hears

my heart’s beat,

through these words

I matter.

I am matter.

I am here.

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