ive used reeds of grass as a whistling tool
while sitting in the lotus position
in the snowfall.
ive stood on train tracks holding onto the railings
as freights rushed past me
at dangerous distance and velocity.
ive played word games with the kro-mags
of the modern world
and received no punishment for it.
as bukowski said
what matters most is how you walk through the flame
and in that case
i feel as ive slept in the inferno
and woke up without a scratch.