what i write is what i write
and to whom is never stated
to you, you think maybe you are
never one whom i had known
this and that is what and wishes
i and thou is always thus
maybe i am never lying
maybe i can never trust
maybe i’m a wilting apple
maybe i’m a rotten elk
maybe maybe’s never leaving
maybe i’m alright
or no help
but i believe in what’s believing
i am not a lover’s lament
but oh, i am and oh, i’m meaning
only to say peace and love
i’ve left