I’d aimed to be
a ME-ist
when He
called me high
beneath a rise
where strength grows on peony petals
breaking through
The rock
radical love
a shock;
stock ME-istism
rocked —
chinked by pink
and powder
what will
make the sage
stand still —
I know that’s
when He speaks;
toppling olympus
wresting Me from isms
bare; I saw Me in His basket
patently
picked on
purpose
Freedom —
you are
the cruelest captor
deft confining;
sweet fondness
binding
savagely;
how
do I Defy
untied
no ultimata
no terms pro rata
to impugn
Irately;
so sedately
sure
your hold
Secure
:
when smiling
what constitutes
a plea
amidst the free
my sentence is immutable
there is no
love
in admiration;
Awe —
its only
effect
utterly unattainable
when
exploits
fail
to
amaze
yet–
solace love
encroaches
interrupting applause
with
aroused approaches
forgiving strata,
bartering
Embraces
for wagonfuls of Wonder
.
Under-
qualified
to provide
perpetually bounding bravos
— Unauthorized —
considering
notoriety’s anxieties
Refused entirely
!
Exchanged
for
intimate
you Toos
fear demands
unsettling Imbalances and
love Creates
a soothing place
love Mandates
a sharing space
love Combines what awe divides
how
utterly…
laudable
I’d aimed to be
a ME-ist
when He
called me high
beneath a rise
where strength grows on peony petals
breaking through
The rock
radical love
a shock;
stock ME-istism
rocked —
chinked by pink
and powder
what will
make the sage
stand still —
I know that’s
when He speaks;
toppling olympus
wresting Me from isms
bare; I saw Me in His basket
patently
picked on
purpose
she
fell
for the hype
despite
smug swipes
at Bumptious and Swagga
such lively protestations,
demonstrations:
truth over trivial
substance over form
advance!
authenticity norms
fell
right
over
The Package+
smartly
swathed in
swarthy
swellness;
eyes wide
opting
for all that
That+
fell, tripped up
not only
NOT better
but
worse
by far
sporting sparse
with eyes
on
The Package+
;
who doth protest too much?
why’s the down
always up?
unwrap that and see
ain’t nothing in there for me
ain’t
nothing
in there for me
Truth’s Triviality*
ripe
for the hype
soul Insecurity
protest that
then come
back
There is a beauty
that remains
in pain
a knowing
a great knowledge
to this
The others
have
no
access
remains:
splintered prisms
reflecting newly
in shattered rearranges
patterns previously proscribed
compel implication innovation; and
frame unashamed…
pain;
Beauty
in striking secrets
to which The others have no access.
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