Thoughts in the morning, slowly gathering
\nlike a collective pool of water, absorbing descending rivulets
\nof the past night\u2019s rainstorm, filling, growing,
\ntranscending into vapor by midday–
\nI am the sunshine’s waxing heat wave
\nrolling over violated sidewalks.<\/p>\n
Fingers reach to stroke calligraphic symbols,
\na clicking chant of plastic keys stamping
\nvernacular collaborations, aching incantations
\ndesperate to invoke the truth beyond incestual
\nemotional blends that, in their most faithful realization,
\nare beyond what words can describe–
\nI am the dancing branch tips of a great
\nslumbering tree awakened by the pushing wind.<\/p>\n
Mental estuary churning, the lowest fathoms
\nof the Void swallowing itself, immaterial and ethereal
\ninitiating one another, troubled yet tranquil,
\nserpentine serenity effortlessly flowing–
\nI am the ancient waters of creation set to
\nflood the world into a new form.<\/p>\n
I am the swelling purple tissue of
\na newly acquired bruise, a forced feeling
\npunctured beneath binding armor, worn to protect
\nbut confined by its embrace, then self-penetrated
\nby a willing hand seeking escape.<\/p>\n
I am the ebb and flow of philosophical hypocrisy,
\nguiding young voices to find rising sound
\namidst the roaring resonation of a
\ntechnologically dependent culture, turning within
\nto supply the antidote to informational overdosing.<\/p>\n
I am the slowing of time, drawn around
\nthe parading chaos consuming itself
\nall around me. The refusal to surrender each moment,
\nthe deep reflection uniting me with a grand discourse,
\npulling me along the supreme plotline,
\ndividing me into every alternate ending,
\nand becoming an amalgamation of all possibilities.<\/p>\n
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