THE ESCAPE

I was becoming older every day.
Uncollecting was my mantra.
I set my guards down,
lake was ready to swallow me.

Snubbing out the frills,
never before I had become naked
in the sun. Every bone was
hungry, every blood raged.

To tell the truth was a great
achievement in the blue forest
of lies. Birds flew, I killed none.

Wisdom was not my partner, I
lived with simple sentences,
ever grateful to naïve errors.