Need to be Worn

Need to be worn
worn and left old

left tattered as loose soil
in a steady wind

not protected and preserved
I am no more special than any next,
but to more than a few,
and less so the more important I make myself

exposed, used, worn
but not preserved, not whole and untouched

untouched is all for birth
and not accomplishment

not that the former is not a feat
just that I am long and many teeth beyond it

we are if nothing more,
a pair of eyes for the part of the world
that can't see

for the universe looking
to find
find itself
through our stumbles and scenery they fall on

I will work
seek to be worn
worn out
no scrap in the yard still with purpose and use after I am done

no such wrecks for me
besides those
within
that tear enough
as is