yours

my value
as a person not a place or thing
my value
in sense not cents
fully completely entirely but not limited to:

pocketfuls of effortless sounds
handfuls of tumbling words
a thought's breath of rhythm
miles and miles of sparks flying
answers full of questions
one continuous thought
amidst a million beautifully scattered truths and
mysteries
endless unexplained crazy
the ability to make unrequited desire a
poetic trance of understood
love, light, dark, sight and the lack thereof
and
a soulful of me

and the two cents i pay to hear
your two cents
is not
enough

cause i want more than two cents

and

i have more to offer

and

so do you