I must consider ends and means

rejection
(a chest wound)
fell.

know that
I am a man:

I feel fits,
ecstasy and euphoria,
rages and wraths,
lusts and longings,
words and whispers,
sobs and sorrows.

know that
when life is
heart-beating
back and forth
I run:

no shoes
no shirt
(no service)

let the sweat seep
let the rain pour
I’ll be immaculate
(even if
they’ll be
gawking)

know that
all things have ends
and some things never begin
but if you don’t try
maybe you won’t cry
but how could you fly?

so know that
living is breathing,
and breathing is chest
rising and falling,
and if you’re not
rising or falling
then you’re not living.