It's Okay To Be Utterly Present. The Time We Are In Is Now #notetoself

I’m sorry.

There’s something I’ve been meaning to scream about,
that has been hushed up and settled down,
something I’d like to get loud about.
…
Wound up tight like a Duncan; Tension.
I wish I could oscillate nice synchronized poi:
But Instead, rendered coy,
I endlessly tug silky
rhymes rippling
from between clenched teeth
like the GIF of a clown
in endless repeat.
…
Cognitive Dissonance:
wanting two separate things at once.
I wish I could scream consciousness into the unresponsive philistine,
but instead, rendered benign,
I endlessly abstain.
Righteous indignation
versus eternal damnation;
History in endless repeat.
…
Screw it, I’m not sorry.
Insatiably I see The Dream of a Common Language.
Pierced by those lustrous eyes,
She has split open my seams.