When I sit in this space
it is a waste of my time
unless I am pondering 
the way of life and the beyond
or what has gone wrong
from then until now
the way I was and how I formed
the space into my face
the aged look of me
from the youth I used to be
and back again
as if I begin again everyday
cells multiplied and divided
I was joined and parted
from my heart where I started
this whole scene
this dream of me
and the others who occupy this space
and pretend to be the human race
when we are all starstruck
and drunk with love
from the place where there was grace
and still is and still is
there are mountains and rivers
and places to hunt and hike
and gather and feed
and socialize till you drop to your knees
but knees are not for socializing
they are for sinking deep
into the shallow pond of you
and finding what lays there
waiting for you
while you're wasting your time
in this space.