Corners, made from paper
Restrict the very purpose they were created for; liberation.
You tell me, I need to be worthy of an education to gain one?
I tell you, even the intellectual, wonder of a parallel universe
With validation sought only after death, with work praised only after there is no secondary thought to explain!
To be known, to be glorified! To this narcissistic fantasy to hit a home run
With brainwaves neglecting their own migraines.
Imagine the space you were in, was empty. Blank. Plain.
Did you? Then strike! Strike lasers with open vision, hungry, insane, fed up with soot
Can you? Blast the whole goddamned place! Create your own disaster
Do you see it now? What difference does it make?
Wipe the dust off, call white vultures to eat thy rotten meat
Raise your hands up to the sky and for once, give it all instead of taking it in.
It’s as if cannibals
Poured salt over themselves and called it quits
On this ache without a surface
Sun-burnt for never getting out of this shade.
Faces buried in sand, think God.
And the ones meandering, think flood.
Printing numbers, foil and scrape
To gain luck and revenge on an eye for an eye
Truth for a lie
Another warning to defy?
Dream for me a spine erect to stand firm
When devastated with permanent kings arising from temporary homes
Flung me in, shove me back, anywhere
I need no home, no hearth, no drone
Too distant a world
To acknowledge mystery
Bathing in an optical spectrum
As if they were ever going to find answers
Facts and figures, findings; collecting abstracts!
People are afraid
Of the crippled and their wrecked fame
Or beaten chains on a bicycle
Misdirection, calls home
This dust devil
Grows into a gale
Like a spasm on a broken rib
Fighting an inward war
To reveal itself
In all four elements
Water with its whirlpool, air with hurricanes
Earth embarrassed of its roots
And you thought
Earthquakes were a natural phenomena
Plate tectonics showing indignation through wrath?
Lava wants to smell wildfires, meet its kind
I wonder if I can ever meet my own. See myself for all I owe, and all I’m owed.
I’m on my way, I’m not too far.