i often think that i gave you everything
then i am reminded i gave everything
. . . . . . . . except for what you wanted
i am too closed off
even to myself, especially to myself
i am often distant: far away. i am a
salvador dali unit of time: ephemeral
at most: it is hurtful to all who love
me: to exist in such a manner: life
goes back to the beginning: to the moment
where the broom stands on end: how do
i get back to where i am alive not a unit
Salvador Dali: Spain Art Print