Come Come Come...... Poem by RIC BASTASA

so this is not
my body
this is not my
mind

why do you
worry?
why do i worry?

the old song
remains to be the
real song

no one dies for
oneself alone
neither one does live
for oneself only

there is this
humanity
where we are a part
where we take part

there is this ocean
where i am but a drop
there is this
book where i am
but a syllable

if you bloat this
self
soon it will burst

come come
be this somewhere
and nowhere

come come be
embraced by the
world
and the skies
and the oceans
with love so boundless
with love
eternal