Be me, please

I tell myself that walls I need

Or skies or eyes

Or tempered caffeine 

I tell myself most anything 

To keep the forward creative dream

Just in front of my dark cinema of eyes 

And yet in realizing

See only this sight sighing sight 

For its me in the end

Being the only one who keeps

My hands from molding beside riverbeds

Of thoughts most deep, and cool, and free

Be me, please