sometimes i think that god in whatever navy blue form he may be in
is there and helps us
guides us
lets us guide ourselves
even though i don't believe in him myself
per se

there is something
or anything
or nothing

or everything

what

i hold my world as if i built it
land, trees, sky
with my own hands
bent it, shaped it

i see mountains

raw thoughts just spill out onto the paper
work themselves into a
poem