To whittle 
is to
reduce what 
was once 
grand into
something useful 
to carve
is to 
shape what 
was once 
majestic into 
something unique 
to create 
is to
make new 
something that 
wasn’t before 
these are
the tools 
of those 
who dream 

Some days 
you feel 
other days 
you think 
most days 
you remember 
many days 
you forget 
more days 
you fear
less days 
you don’t 
so many 
days daying
one long
slow march 
to sleep 

Here me
there you
in between 
is us
so much 
of us
that there’s
little room 
left for 
anything else 
even the 
planets complain 
move over 
you are
crowding us

We attract what 
we need manifest 
what we want 
there’s much more 
mystery to life 
than we know 
let happen ones 
happiness pursue 
less accept more 
let life be 

And then this 
one makes me
turn and look 
having once been 
something standing there 
now no regret 
and no remorse 
for what had
been is gone 
but I still 
look out of
habit and not 
out of longing 
at forever nothing