The wheel of my seed ignited
I’m moving slowly toward my fear
The dervish I subdue repressed
I swam along to my tale’s nudity
I’ve embodied flight, at the event
To find myself rain upon a plane of faith
Of cacti, flowers, and what not, I’ve been
Frustrated and elevated as if both would be
The same, but difference is both clarity and
Medication wouldn’t you agree which points
Me to a double another version of me that would
Be of us, a person in cloth raising a metal
Cup above the head that burdens that you bear
As you intend to compromise with this inner
Light that asks of you to forget that I exist as
I am now, contemplating to meet in time.
