I write about what shakes me
I write about what shapes me
My writing has a quality that creates me
Ink on a page with blurry eyes I write
Blood of a sage with poetry as my rite
Didactic revelry I wallow in the ponder
Galactic hypertrophy I follow the wander
Utopia Hyperopia I orbit reticulum
My vision chiastic on the time continuum
I write in the retrospect of my newly dawned future
I had no choice but to change because I ran out of suture
My patched-up heart ripped by a shard of my pscyhe
The finality of its beat was redeemed by Nike
A winged goddess of victory I became
I now muse about the lore of my name
Gold poured into me and I became Kintsukuroi
Millennia from now they’ll be reading my story
I’m an Indigo child, a seed of the stars
Life bursts forth from my luminous scars
For millions of years I must have existed
My mind was needed so my soul persisted
After this venture in incarnation I will lay it all down
I may be human but I am not a noun
And after that I’ll tell about what shaked me and that which I shook
I’ll tell about what created me and that which I took…
© Cozett Dunn Dec. 11th, 2022
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