It may have been a Monday evening
when you felt your fingertips buzzing at your
It was a wind, a gust, of beauty in your anxiety
eating away at things that do not sense pain.
You creased deep into your
clawing away a worry, a burden,
always so busy in practice and habit
it came too short of expectation for
and you look updownup at your own
and realize it does not look the same.
Your own piece of carved marble
marvel in the guts and the glory.
Others find it
because their confrontation was no so physical,
it was not so pure in form.
They have those do-not-touch mentalities,
those out-of-touch realities
but you are grounded in those
You went out of your way to shape and sign into a contract of
this is all yours.
Don't compromise this,
for the rest of the world.
Don't give up your skin in the wake of other's discomfort.
Don't lose your light when others get mad because
they don't know how to kiss away their own darkness.
The day you find yourself alone on an
island of some misconstrued idea that no one is watching
you'll be happy to have your hands
explain how your're coping.
You have possession, you have ten choices.
whatever it may be
hold onto these irritations, these noises
fryingbouncing incapable of understanding.
Go nowhere without them,
you can't let go parts of your own existence.
The places that held your worry and your repose,
the trails of neurons in your head firing
like you could walk through a forrest and set off some spark to brighten
up the night,
there was no minding made,
mind, there was no thinking involved.
You know it wasn't
it was years,
centuries of forming, shaping, of moonlight and macabre to
create something so miraculous as you
so undivided, so absolute.
That mouth, that spit, that unwarranted need for carnage
they hold parts of you:
all that may be chaos is grounded in your own
You need substance, some secretous cellular miraculous.
Let it flow in your veins, let it purge the perfect poison that tells you otherwise.
LET GO, listen to your own heartbeat wane and want and fall into familiarity
your meat suit weakness
because without it everything will be too fair,
Nothing else will lead you to darkness,
to yourself at the end of the tunnel, waiting.
Take it with you out of necessity, because when you do
you will take yourself by the hand
and not be afraid to