don't close your eyes
or let all that is right be lost
this is everything
you are not scared of imperfection because
it is not the World
it is only you
how you observe
it, some kind of wind
falling into earth.

Bend
you have a right to be
who you want
the tide of head-atoms waving over thought
care more
care enough to love them
so much that it doesn't matter that
they tear you open

Unbalanced personality
unable to be a beach against bother
yourself
all mouth and squeezed rainbows
all eyes
peering between black hugs
worry
what the judges think of you
the people you will miss
center yourself
about flowers and know that you control
all that happens
they are who they are
to you
because of you
sit in your bubble and let them be.