[She points to the sky]

She points to the sky.

From above you’ll see the truth.

That we’ve always been satellites

Going around, and around,

Passing by our narrative.

Isn’t this war ?

She points to the sky.

See from up there,

The fight’s already started.

Look from above,

We’re on the losing side.

Isn’t this mass extermination ?

She points to the sky.

Take some distance.

We live in morbidity,

Submissive or dead,

Are you too far to see ?

But shouldn’t we strive for equality instead ?

She points to the sky,

And I, with my prying eye,

Far and away,

I get a point I can’t convey.

What we say is true,

« Quand la sage montre la Lune, l’imbécile regarde son doigt.  »

Point A.  Point B.

Starting in A going to B.

Words fumble along the way,

From there to here,

Ringing in my ear.

This is my home.

                                                              This is where I am.

.F                                             .M, the one I sometimes contemplate

This is where I started,                                             Dipping my toe

This is where s/he wants me to stay.                    Wishing for a chest.

                      I am here.

                                                              This is me.  Period.