No Holes in My Arm
 
To walk
beyond the boundary
of light & shadow is all I desire.
 
I beware
false prophets
& false friends -
 
even my enemies enemy
is not necessarily my comrade.
 
Upon the paths I tread
upon the upon
I keep it clean
 
No dear readers
dear friends
listeners
comrades
 
there are no holes in my arm.