No Sale

Each moment I see my inner connection

battling with my outer unconnectiveness

going from one C field to another cotton field

needing, wanting me as a whole to 'sell myself.

Resistance is spurred on by priceless serenity

bow to no pressure, but loathe unforgiving hearts

greedily after my soul as it maps my outer parts.

Love needn't strain to feel your inner/outer pain!

Evaluate me! Because I refuse the pat on the back

to step, but do not fetch the unnatural bones laid out?

I, we, give and receive, have had before you gave

and this has become as obsolete as a dinosaur today.

Maybe I should be pulled from a dirt mound to arise

inside of a Smithsonian based existence, measured and

taped up soon to become a lesson for/to fifth graders.

See what you see, I'm already out from dirt mounds

extremely aware that as a created creature I stand,

not to be measured but treasured, and always priceless.

                          --BlakMista--