I have tried to
Many years in motion solo
wear thin my
Bold armour of strong will
and defiance,
to the impregnable
blue light
of “Truth” and nothing less
And unseen by my
rugged vision
of limitations
i have never learnt to
chug past these
unfair contradictions
which pop up
like
a burnt up toast ill sized
every morning after,
or like some melted yellow butter
lying scorched unattended
hour upon hour,
year upon year,
open and naked
so is
my point of view…
and my point of view it is
as harmless as it may seem
i remain
but a loyal slave , bound by
strong rusted shackles
of singular
thoughts
held together
By nothing
apart from
a cold empty steel container of
frosted white ice
jagged,
ill shaped,
waiting to be melted
transformed
from one inert infructuous state
to another

of fright
of fear of the “right”..

Of letting go…