This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.You see my writing on the wallAnd you think you know who I am.Am I splayed out naked for all to see,Or can the breeze-blown reeds only glimpseThe surface where the chaff isDrifting and floating onto the mill race,Only to be lost in the tail past the grinding wheel,Never use nor grace to any bread?For there,In the shallows where...
