w e l c o m e

sometimes, i feel as if i give pieces of myself away -
pieces of my awareness, of my attention, of my love, of my care;
and keep giving until there is no more left to give but shadowy
skeletal remains of what used to be. and then i am no more, because
i am used up and washed away
in a sea of foreign thoughts, awarenesses and emotions.
01.02.2003

and just for hubert. .

what is born each night and dies each dawn?
what flickers red and warm like a flame, yet is not fire?
what is like ice but burns?