Still Here/Here Still

Here I write, just to write
Nothing particular to mind
Sitting in the beginning of night
Yet it's been far too long

Here I sit, as not stand
Off my feet, into my hands
Continuing with nothing planned
Silence sings her song

I have been
Far too gone
I must be
Often wrong
One more time
Then I'm gone
Again

Once upon
On the cross
We need the wood
Now get lost
Termite dust
Worm rot
Begins

Here I am, just to be
No set stanza
No flow too free
Here I am, there I go
Below

There I was, out on top
Forging through, writer's block
Once again, on a walk
I'll stop
Before

Before I'm here
There I am
Here I was
Once a man
Writing still
Nothing planned
Once more