working on it.

Here I am.
Pale faced, sweating
Glinting in the sun.
Naked, nude, bare
Stripped of it all.

My mind
My memory
My Movement
released upon you.
Upon the world.

You.

Lie down, sit down,
Fall down
That is you
That is the world

Not I, no not I.
I stand.
With white arm wide open
Earth between my toes.

This is the first poem I've written in about 2 years. When I figured out that everything I was writting was crap I just stopped.
I hope this isn't crap. I'll probably add more to it.