it’s beautiful
freedom
whirling twirling
uninhibited unrestrained
chasing bubbles, ladybugs, dragonflies
singing up the sun
howling at the moon
laughing the stars into existence
acting on impulse
taking down the mirrors
the world as it is
no reverse images
unwinding the clocks
so maybe life can stand still
while we are innocent
while we are here
here we are
here i am
and
it’s beautiful
the future is silent and shrouded
she can be a coy day dream
or a deja vu vixen in red fishnets
what’s up and coming is her whimsy
trips to the fortune teller to get a head-start on
preemptive adjustments, details, dinner dates, plane tickets
sometimes it feels like cheating at solitaire
but we do
there are sweat-shops pumping products
watches, calendars, organizers, dated bullshit
so we can pencil in life just in case we are still getting down
tues october 23 at 7:28 pm
there are infinite inane possible probabilities
ready and waiting to swerve our course of action
in the pure light of knowledge, with full understanding
i smile as the moon appears in her glory
i grumble at the sun until i pour coffee into my mouth
i make appointments and plans and reservations
i make room for anticipation and joy
i recognize the sheer randomness
the scientific magic of it all
gravity, the big bang, evolution, earth’s rotation
spinning day into night
grand love affair with solar flare
singing praises of seasons
two independent half cellular structures colliding
forming an entirely new entity
there is no guarantee of future episodes
we are not promised even the moment now
life is a journey of attempts to travel up a silk thread
there is no trophy at the top, no blue ribbon or pot of gold
my love, my lesson, my religion, my life, my god
is
i taste ambrosia, peaches, melons and chocolate
every movement is a dance
every embrace is an endearment
i am my own authority
i move with intent and motivation
i live within consent and contentment
i refuse to surrender to the voice of others
thunder, searing flesh, bells, whispers
laughter, harsh demands, echoing
sending 3 billion galaxies
universally, unilaterally, uniformly
writhing, rhythmic gyrations
waves crashing inside of life
moving in, out, through
no permission needed
carrying with it all secrets
osmosis, baby!
repression/rejuvenation/regurgitation
it’s not about fair
it’s about seconds, months, decades
it’s about the verbs, nouns, descriptives
thinking, loving, gripping, screaming
diamond tears and sapphire giggles
immerse into the pool, marinate in divinity
footsteps can start earthquakes
euphoria and agony have always been bedmates
i am firmly
singular owner of my body
there is only one entity
that may decide
what i will and won’t do
not a system
not a government
not a body of radical weirdos
the only thing in this world
that will and can keep
me
from life is
me
i was born into a certain social caste
indoctrinated into beliefs
sometimes i doubt
do i believe my beliefs
do i believe my consciousness
are my emotions reactions
mine or familial baggage
bestowed on me
was i taught
directly or indirectly
it doesn’t matter
that all people are equal
this was not a running philosophy my family
slurs and exceptions
my
reactions and self discipline
not to fall into that pit is still chained to them
ways and comprehensions
confuse and leave me
in constant semi-terrified states
a bitterness sits in the back of the throat
the cold, trail-less landscape of self discovery
a mixture of toxic and tincture
facing the demons
fighting the mist and ghosts
old enemies come back
prepared for a battle
over the sanity of my life
doubt
abandonment
allowing them to act as my mirror
mountains to hurdle
my mind is as free
as a mind can be
i do not bow
break for anyone
i am simply personified
a holistic woman undefined
there have been video game-like barriers obscuring my travels
my direction
but the trail
hope
light
peace
whispers in the wind
the song of birds
i hold my head high
for no reason besides humanity
i am a part of the web of life
i will not get out alive
what happens after that
questionable and debatable
while i am here
i can leave a footprint
i will be better on the way out
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