Today was made to explore the regions of my psyche
That I have not explored before
My senses
In various ways will awaken
That it may transfer to my work in one way or the other
Free
Write
Without thought
Let the waters of my mind melt the obstacles like summer rain
No process
Create beauty and horror simultaneously
Bring it to the page, flowers to a dieing grave
Sleep with my rage
Give the world a taste of me
I bring peace to the old
Turmoil to the young
Open fully without regard
To leave a piece of me behind
I poeticize
It’s what I do…
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