The Editor

My page on the book of humanity
Will be sprawled with meaningless words
Haphazard expression dotting a landscape
Too barren to bring about feelings

Scribing thoughts daily in various forms
Of action or thought or voice or emotion
Springing out, always violently
Long before I am able to edit

The page I leave as my marker
Will mean little to anyone at all
Unable to focus or describe
My purpose, my desire, my life

I go on about my business
Each paragraph forming in the haze
Looking now for some way to
Make sense of the collage of feelings

Perhaps one day I’ll be able to
Bring everything full circle
My feelings, thoughts, emotions, actions
To create some grander design

Until then it continues to accumulate
Emotions awash in vomit
Sorting through filth to find one measure
Of meaning – Who Am I?

~Cami Krueger 07/17/06