SELF-DISCOVERY

i want to write something

i cannot read
i want to plant something
i cannot seed
i want to heal something
that cannot bleed
i can’t own something
that has never been free
i can’t hide something
if at first i can’t see
IT

i may need to be committed

wrapped up
jacketed up
doped up
extreme
i am but a gleam
a hopeless sparkle
unraveling seam
bursting wide
OPEN
inside
gropin’
interlopin’ tendrils of
destiny
find the best of me
what about the rest of me
subliminal space
minimal trace
whispered breath
upon my face
so hard to trust
friend or foe
i want to hope
 i need to know
i’m rocked with
uncertainty
stoned to obscurity
pelted into oblivion
life and death
OBSIDIAN
in between bohemian
structured chaos
entropy, disorder
on the fence
toss across the border
anarchy, common-sense
i’m like a hoarder
i want to get some
physical, spiritual phenomenon
my Book of Chronicles
is not a paralipomenon
i finish what i start
ALL I AM
all my heart.

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