Hold me
Take the remainders
The part impossible to sold alone
It's a rest but I cannot keep it for myself
I have no use for it
I constantly stumble on its presence
Help me to spread this concentrated blind matter 
Hold my eyes to look at you
Hold my stupidity and my selfishness
Change them into small gifts
Hold the lost portion of my humanity
Hold me and open my pressure to some free air
Where it will
Become microscopic drops of care
And bathe you
Hold me to give you my power of hydrating
The deserts you have forgotten.

September 2010