with my long hands that fall way below my knees and are forever hungry for another hand
and I have intense nightmares of tigers, leopards, wild dogs and crocodiles which are followed by dreams of shapely women with slender breasts and orange hair
and at certain places like where the banyan tree walks down the hill I feel a sense of deep where every birdcall, every whiff of breeze every turn of leaf, every pile of dust are words from a language I completely understand
so I sit with my eyes fixed at a distance as if far across the valley I was raptly reading the slowly scrolling plan of everything
and I don't think about who I am or where I want to be because I know that this here-now is all there is
though I feel a deep frustration because I lack the speech to tell all these humans that if you build a roof the stars don't stop walking across the skies
so I sit under a tree looking at the easy perfection of the sunlight while I nibble at a long blade of grass and suck the sap.