thrown together into a hat shaken and stirred over head
pulled out one by one rearranged on the cork board with a rainbow of push pins
staying close to the texture of things making a deal
with more humanness showing present
is a fact unlimited
removing my misplaced limitations the future and
even the past lift
the visor on my heavy suit of armor so
I see people for what they mostly are kind
ordinary just like me
petered out a bit but still standing, by the ceaseless waves licking the toes, coming in around the edges.