Why do I always say I when I have nothing to say?
Does thought precede an act?
Heartbeat and brain to the feet?
Or the whole thing scripted to a universal fact?
Maybe I interrupt questions with a period
The long bend from the rear
Is it just a matter of numbers?
Bottoms up to the bier?
If there are no values
tell the butter how to fly.
Beauty’s the grunt of the scarecrow.
Justice the punt of the pie.
And love the question of what matters
more than the big lie
that we’re not in this all together
without a U and I.