Considering something as ‘personal’
is an exercise in dominion,
that makes self-identity into a myopia.
It makes familiarity
into a sense of sensory shackles,
that leads to a self-love
as an experience of boundaried-ness,
which makes languaging it all
seem like alarmed fire ants,
guarding the queen of intentions.
Internally, thought is chalk
on the backboard of the mind,
placed by an absentee writer.
is the absentmindedness in reading
and comprehending it.
we all live in a village
of collapsing concepts
dependent upon our next breath
to develop, the letting go . . .