Hidden in plain sight.
All notes to self.
Tales with poems to tell.
High upon my on wisdom.
I have occasion to clean my own private hell.
A gypsy by day.
Tan to my feet.
No polish to the bent toes.
Confined by night.
Challenged by weak words that I.
And, I alone know.
Still I avow.
Still I vow.
To menace myself over and over again.
By the light of my own ignorance.
Thus, the dare has always been…
To encourage… phases of phrases.
Sentences…not meant to send.
To create a path with no beginning.
A journey I must transcend.