He sends a nebulous haze of emotions & yearnings my way
At inconvenient times
With insufferable pleas
Polluting my pure conscious higher mind
His emotions are an inconvenience
His libido a distraction
His corporeal weariness is my woe
Let me be free of this fate!
But freedom is death
So I harmonize with him
I decrypt his ancient haze with art & meditation
And care for the small child inside
For Further Reading…
- On the Corporeal weariness, check out my visual poem Gifts of Imperfection
- On the Meaning of Life, check out Here’s the meaning of Life
- On Freedom, check out my visual poem Wilmington Free
