Take to the quiet- he says
To find yourself.
To find yourself, then what
Rhetoric takes the stage
A principal player-
No less.
Turn in to the recess of self
Explore to implore all the chatter
To die down.
To lie down
To roam unto the black phase
Where sense of self is waiting.
Vulnerability has lips
That part and dream of exposure
To breathe & breathe with- the unknowing.
To give up
To give in- to dive deeply into naked planes
To temperatures devoid of notice
Supplanting man's ministrations
For the lesser good to none
But One- to have- to know- truth.
Red striations prove inferior
To tear and tear again, agression belongs
Widening the expanse of all I think I know.
Redundancy- the antithesis of
All my motivation. Elaboration here
Tangled- strangled- mute.
Rage beats the organs that flex
Burning to find more coal to chew through
To melt- molt- and ignite.
The irrelevance of punctuation
Finally struck dumb in this quest for quiet.
Comma, period. Colon: goodnight.
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