Everything I am

Is it so much to ask
for you to bask and fawn
at what is drawn from deep,
and seek to understand
the man who made it so?

Is it so hard to know
how far the throws may fall
if none at all are caught
or sought to be retrieved
for me, for you, for us?

Is it so dire to lust
for eyes I trust to find
the truths confined in words
they heard whilst listening
to everything I am?