Who am I?

I ask beyond the gleaming

Beyond the wingless muscles

The carefree chatter

A fightless furry entices

I sense greying embers

Raise my crude steps from cement

But slosh them back

The trowel digs, separates

Beneath is the firmament,

Are the clouds, 

They should be above

Where the evasion banner flutters

I know.

June 10, 2026