My life has been a zig-zag up these
invisible stairs, cartwheels on air.
To me most of all it's clear we're alone
each in a maze with the tunnels sized
down to our own labyrinth choices.
When you toy with your hair, it's like
what God says: do not trace roots to me,
for I've always been a self-unto unity.
Ken
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