I’m growing adept, moving through the waves
of denial–all around me people
chafing in the dissonance, being brave
soldiers following the flock as sheep will.
Luminescence detected, I reflect
on this cold light. Comes the dark night, a rogue
breaks free and leaves the training ring to check
some freak anomaly. What is in vogue
exposed, but can we bear to see? The lies
are plastered thick and slimy. Who’ll reach in
with patient aim to claim the truth? Who buys
the barrage, pays with energy? Preach in
vain. And yet my freedom’s liberated
by embrace, for pain indicates the place
we formed precise misbeliefs, sedated
when we needed to survive trauma’s space.
As timelines shift, emerging Now reveals
the ring of truth distorted in the field.
Tuning in place, I claim these painful peals.
My path exotic, in the truth I yield.
Soundcloud recording here.
Featured image: a tobacco plant kissing sun.
Once again, my stream of consciousness just went all over the place this morning, and my resolution to write quatrains brought some surprising, revealing twists.