Michael’s Text

In Michael’s text

I read a thought

I’ve had before

But never best

For best’s a fore

A silly me

I am a me

A sopho-more

A consciousness

A train of thought

A be of cell

Of one of lot

Of tried or true

Of crimson cot

Of words that rhyme

With meaning naught

A struggle since

I saw that day

My mortal wince

Till gone away

Till weed a bye

A sober self

No laws abide

No crashing shelf

No confluence

Of now and past

But one a now

That never lasts

But ever here

That never ends

A fighter’s fright

Forever fends

For not a one

Of me is me

I am but here

A current “see”

A currency

Of moneys’ past

A second one

And line of last