I call for my soul inside the soaring chambers of my soul, and their tall walls and vaults reverberate and multiply my voice into thousands of…
I don’t want your kindness.
I don’t need your patience.
I threw a rock into a pond
and watched the circles form around.
I spun from the moon threads of light
Sometimes the world gives me a garland of fears, a skin-vexing hair shirt, a bucket of tears.
I’m too tired for insight,
too strong for solace,
Maybe silver wind chimes startled
fuzzy tendrils in my ears
Remember, remember, remember!
The world is about you.
I wondered to myself,
I wondered,
who is this soul inside of me and
what
does it want.
There is always something to distract us, something urgent, usually unpleasant, so I’m going to say this really fast, before I lose your…