I am all you know

I am all you know

I am the ink,

the pink in the rose

the paper you chose,

white

At night, your salutation,

your pen’s evaluation,

of me

I am the dead in the rose

the way the river flows,

I am all you know,

your ego

The brittle on your elbow

when you rest it on your table,

if you are able

The dew on your window,

the drip,

the grit,

in it

The ledge on the edge of your temple

Simple

Complicated

Situated

I am all you need,

and don’t

I am the dead in the rose,

the way the river flows,

I am all you know,

your ego

ldn