i could be running anywhere

from here to there from there to here

really, dears, it’s all the same

in my heart and in my brain

knowing the palm of the Beloved

everywhere i go

i am sure to know

that it is the Beloved’s seeds

i truly sow

for in the end of this gallant play

a trickster’s harem

a fantastic way

lies all that ever was and is

in this we dance upon life’s stage

reaping amends and sowing rage

the power center will release

as the poet says, it cannot hold

there never was an us, a them

together we in stories will unfold