Lenses, Honey, and Businessmen

I was spat onto this slab of tile.

Every hour since then, I’ve been chasing.

I’ve been chased. I’ve yelled to the mountain’s peak.

The rocks, stones, and boulders have always come calling.

They love me so much, and I love them. They couldn’t

Crush me, not even if I slipped (if I fell).

As the avalanche surrounds me, every day,

My rocks, my stones, my boulders may break my lenses.

They may poison my honey. And they may fire my businessmen.

But the only reason my bones, my brain, my “soul” remains is,

Well, I tell them that it’s all off limits. They respect me.

I hope they respect you too. I’ve waited for 1717,

And I’ve reached it. My God, I’ve finally reached it.