I was not born to look thus

I am not the same

but hope to prove through my difference

the same hero in us all

In a tongue

heard in the Rows

of mediocrity

was I white

covering my indian papa s

dead body

keeping wolves away

for his rest

at most in death

have i scouted sails

To fasten to my timbers

and fly the seas

past midpoint

within sight of collapse

sneaks up on you  

your renown

you Plan nothing

then it is there

would not sigh to end it all

relief in part with regret

no memory

no remembrance

this has all been so ordinary

tried to lighten with breath

the audience never came

never played a part

now all recedes

                          hey you in the crowd

                      what a happy face you wear

                     aint you never been here before?