There is
disconnection, fear lurking in bed
With latent exhilarated
joy
The two
cohabitate like paradoxical lovers
Want and self-destruction
converse at a dinner table
The man that I
was and the man that I could be
Might shake
hands, conduct an offer and compromise
Of self with
the taxing authorities to allow the present to lead
Simplification
of logistical codifications
The compulsion
to dive into myself, document the spelunking
And express
this expedition in writing blindly
Who reads, who
is of minor or material concern is but
The specter of
a butterfly’s wings beating air in fantastical gusts
I am
segregated by this oxygen, this differential beckoning
Me to be as
any adventurous introvert calling out
That which cannot
be discovered by any rocket of metric distance
But only by dissolving
the concept of a center
That any mileage
or journey is necessary to be in concert
With that
which is innate to one’s being as part of the whole
I am
expressing and in that eruption I am falling inward
To have
possibility penetrate the circular nature of pursuits
So that in
professing these words without taint of compensation
I may have
found a virtuous ear of reciprocation
The
potential of the fuel to that arc becoming geometric beauty
Is approaching
or is a mirage; I am uncertain
The haze of
morrows fizzles and giggles at dawn
With felicity
and horror
I am aching at
the notion with a reticent stance
And an
enamored readiness to be open to the un-provable pillars
Faith,
happiness, loyalty, and credulity
I am wanting after
all notion of repression to engage in such folly
I am wanting
potential to unfold and
Like rain the possibilities
are limitless in appearance, but in scientific resolution
Finite to the
planet, all the water that ever was is and will be exists
No more can generate
that what can be shared and I desire once more to drink
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