Filtering an existence created from musical abysses,
seeing the extensive process that allows me to keep on writing
constantly without stopping to think.
Relaying many messages to my brain, decoding them instantly and
placing them quickly into poems.
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Pounding regular rhythms on synapses of my brain, selecting choices of meanings hidden beneath prose in disguises of reality.
Putting energetic voices to words in sentences, playing into hands of fateful decisions of future moments towards death on earth.
Loosely carrying around mental configurations, waiting to be solved and entered in cyclical times to figure out where I may belong at any given stance in life.
Extraordinary depths of meaning fill my mind with invisible ideas, falling into step with visions being recalled to aid me in today’s writing.
Gently proceeding towards a musical composition
Deciding to listen to its notes,placing them in order of distinction.
Reckoning with myself, being pulled in many directions by people who say they care and love me.
Walking away, I practice instant forgiveness and learn to live and depend on myself alone.
Looking inside at my reflection, seeing it mirror the sadness that’s always with me.
Letting it loose to roam in pictures of my soul, then silently writing about it as I sink deeply into a rhetoric of blind knowing, allowing words to aptly describe what it is that touches me so intently.