New Senses

There are no limitations set by this electric universe upon any man’s multiplication power. Each man sets his own limitations in accordance with his desires.~Walter Russell

Show me a limit, I’ll tell of beliefs
created simply to hold you, decreased 
and disempowered while you fuel freely
the master liars and conniving thiefs.

Opening and closing doors is delicate
with two cats playing pounce the paw through cracks.
At 5:55, I am desolate 
struggling breath.  Reviewing all the acts

which bring me here, summoning nerve to change
the movement of my being, the curve strange.
How do I rearrange these filters made
so long ago?  I claim my power, trade

the dubious distinction of black sheep
now washed clean.  My ablution performed deep
in layers that dissolve.  As solutions
rise, my new eyes call for revolution.

Inspired by: Dubious, Claim, Movement, Ablution and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt: nerve.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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