I want to free-fall with tears,
over the brim of sanity’s custody.
To cave in, crashing through,
down crib walls, to a levity meeting me.
A cascade of crushing anguish
yet somehow, from within, lifting.
Winces turned into sudden burst of crying
that unexpectedly gives me wings.
Wheat from shaft is occurring.
I cannot see but feel the flutter
from within me growing.
Everything of me
that is false structure is collapsing.
Melting dead weight memories
fade in a falling away.
Only the purest of me is willing to fly.
Earnest without fail or substitution rises.
Now refines itself, as the sky I travel.
Under these circumstances
baffling metamorphosis occurs.
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