I didn't belong where I was planted. It was bleak. It was hot. it was nowhere.
but still I danced and made every effort.
my lips were numb face was cracked I hungered for the sea where God had loosed me.
but people need their zoos. need their gossiping need their erotic. . . to keep in a bottle.
So . . . I prayed and prayed for a mighty WIND. I PRAYED to be taken away.
And then it came. A stirring of atmospheres. But it wasn't enough. something more was required
and so I began to rock. --and they saluted me as if bidding me goodbye. and then it happened . . .
It spilled me over or I spilled out whichever way you look at it I escaped . . .
But how did you get in that bottle? -- people ask me. Easy, I tell them.
You just long too much . . .
To be on display!