Creed

I believe in the ordinary blue
that is here at this monument and is me

I do not see it guessing its own way
and I never saw how it became me

it pretends beyond whatever I say
things I know and all the reel of history

it is the merely pleasant that it wears away
when it has done what it has done

there is no peace I know outside today
except for the unconscious all around me

the only patience that appeals to stay
everywhere that I fall, mine it is mine

even the way that I relive the day
for as long as it is a shore and is me