wonder...ful

i wonder, really,
how long a soul can starve
before it faints into numbness

i wonder, too,
if freedom isn't
simply captivity
with high self esteem

but this i know:

far away lies everything close,
and here is not quite there,
and calendar days do not flip by
but stare me in the eye
and move in slow motion
out of spite

i wonder, of course,
if there isn't something easier
than
merely
being
[one final breath.]