So much more than a hobby, a job, a tag, a diagnosis:

My thoughts, my prayers combining

This is the distance, alas

I tell myself, no more

I had defined myself with "exact" proportions

And all I am left with is Spirit

Not my fears, not my imaginations

Or my lack there of

As I try--all my limits come crashing

All of my desperation

To feel more attached somehow

To these things that fill my hours

They are gone, released

While I speak

Do I in peace remind myself

The sooner the heart is stilled

Let me breathe

At last I found you, again