You know I walked through life
like a phantom in an opera
revolting against their validation of me
in silent reprisal! There was always
that salient guerilla warfarer in me;
seemingly truant, seemingly absconding
from their imposing measures on me!!
You know the swamps want to amplify
the message to me…that I have no
recourse to anything or anyone, but
to still myself in the wading! How(!)
I am still footloose like a nonchalantly
unsubmissive zebra, which can never be
made a horse! I did not presumptively get taken
at any river crossing! You know I envision
the savannahs, and perceive the forests
with their listless humbled arms spread-eagled
in hopeless anticipation! And pray, they can embrace
without the amputations made by humanity!
Should I touch wood over my convictions,
that diluted their (my enemies) attempts to
take away all that was mine; and (they) met with my
resistance enough! I am not intimidated, though
sometimes gallantly inhibited; making generous
commissions to my enemies (who are
never shame-faced and continue their blatant
treachery against me!) for the sake of True Love,
who taught me patience and restraint!
Yet, I find myself in a Forest of Whispers,
that never falls silent, and knows no end!
(Even if everyone likes ends and beginnings!)
I have, in all humility, patience and sublimity,
entertained the continuum, the continuity!
But I swear I never fear or feel daunted that
there is not much that I aspired for, to obtain or
attain, regardless of my sublime travails!
I know for sure, Dad will survive in my
genitals and in my soul; in my heart and in
my consciousness! So undaunted, I become a
child from a previous lifetime, as much as
an old, antiquated but relevant, wise person
in this one!
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