Paper! Believe me! I never meant for
All trees to die to hold my words, relapsed
To hold my song, didn’t want new actors
To eternalize myself. Wouldn’t wish

Scrutiny on any, and, no one. Trees!
Forgive me my blatant eclipse ellipsed
By Time! Paper! I am you. Sigh… Beliefs,
Your sieve bestrides pathologies of all,

Trying to recover, to uncover,
The cure to being humanity. Don’t
You see? Paper cuts, this lust discovered
Through mastication of denoted

Liberating from … un-self. You, paper,
Are my hero, created by lepers…

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 12/18/06