The days are mostly colorful
They change when I let them
And the only time I let them is when I work ever so hard
The mental mines where I don’t let it eat me
Just a piece of cake left for someone else
Just a series of stones them are meant to melt
I typically work more than I want to
It seems like radar is something that comes and goes
It is something I feel from every direction
Something that doesn’t even feel so much as it totalizes
It taste like it feels like it smells like it sounds like it touches
It feels like collaboration
It feels like mythical gods stocking produce
It feels like husbands and wives respecting their
Newly found roles
Roles that don’t make sense because they never did
But I want it to make sense
I want it to be alright like some kind of magic
Every turn becomes a new step
A new way to think about something
A language of languages
A palette of plates
A plate of palettes
A tasty way to experience reality
Which doesn’t take like it hears smells feels
It only tastes
It only feels
It only smells
It only isn’t
One Two Three Four and
It all goes onward like a song
It is a song
It counts and it writhes and
Perhaps it even expresses
That is what I’m doing here
In this moment on this ‘page’
On this world
In my mind
Expressing because I don’t think I know how too
Feeling dominated and wanting to feel dominated
Not feeling like I rule because I don’t trust that
What would it mean to rule something?
To have dominion over a piece of water?
I slip and slide and I’m always saturated
I’m drowning in it learning to swim in it
I find the notion of domination almost impossible
Janus and divine violence have kept me afraid
Kept me from feeling the power that I’m supposed to feel
It doesn’t need to be a win lose thing
I don’t think that coming and going like some kind of demon
Is very useful for me sitting here at the bottom of myself
I don’t need to be the one telling anyone anything
I only need to be the one who wants to tell myself
How it really is and what I really could be
This emphasis
This talk
This way
Not how I want it
Certainly not
But I accept it
Because that is how I want it
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