Saline, saltish and the purity causes

a headache of some sorts, I want to protest,

have to because this is not me, I want to be salt like

and another me, still me wants pure water, purity

like snowflake untainted, white, the last

of that kind, I want unicorn and ponies still

willing to believe, learn, then comes the bull,

the ox, they heave the earth away

and my sides they split open,

so very reddish, from unwanted intrusion

some might call this a felony, others

would say be accepting, still more voices

till I am hearing a symphony

unrehearsed, raw, raw, raw

and I am still trying to pry apart the

parts not me because I can no longer

tell what I am, who I am.