Have you an experience, a reason, to defy fate?
I begun my ablution with the salt of my tears, still
you remained mired the exhausting interpretation
I knew, then, more than now; everything and, you, but
my muse, my light, my purpose…
The overriding concern is purpose.
methods to my cynical, inexplicable self
teaches self if one has a reflection even absent the light
search for arbitrary composition: it’s blatant resistance
to conformity, a method as a
new approach to display meaning.
Deny your senses to free your intellect.
Call me a sinner, an outlaw, a dreamer….
but, never, shall I be called nefarious.
You should not anylyze my physcological signature.
Intuition is experiences direct perception.
Change is merely evolutionary metaphysics.
my melancholy is not evitable.
The past is behind me pico by pico
Accepting patience as it comes.
Relaxation must never consist of contemplation.
The horizon is fixed to all points
which revolve around one.
I am only coming through in waves; they, too, break under
the naive expectations of the world…
I have a soul reson to continue. My life is mine.