Hold yourself
in higher regard
than you can carry;
By doing this,
you allow yourself
to feel weightless
when you raise
half-way and
know you’ve
more to give.
I lower myself
to these words,
hunched and
cramped, I
give a relaxing
voyage from
thought to peck
but I never
leave them here, nah;
What’s with that
sweet-bob of
body from
the music
left sit
on air,
to be
swum in
and dived toward;
What’s the vocal/
verbal/viral
melody
swamping
my arms and
thoughts to the
sway of
the lightest dark
and
widest day?
Ah,
I love the cactus;
Who can love
that which
has too little
to survive
if not
for
it
be-
ing
who
it is/
you.
The last two stanzas really carry the rhythm – it wasn’t until then that the poem really jumped out at me. I think you could work on the title…