know
that;
origins
are ever revealing for the reveling
judgments
have no valid life as posers.
visionary
is my art-form, ever unfolding.
am a
poker player with exceptional mirrors,
don’t
care for the cards
but I
attend to how they were held,
reflected
back into the faces of others.
will take
the pulse of another at thirty paces
through
their enunciations,
have
binoculars attuned to their say.
know that
ordering from the menu of life
only
provides more questions.
my mind
has hammers, chisels, saws,
knives,
clamps, glues and lacquers.
my heart
has visioning, deep breathing,
evocative
touch, primal as liquids that matter,
and
empathic embraces that cannot be mentally justify.
simplicity
is my mindful notion of a feeling state.
chaos
comforts me with authenticity.
and know that
which draws me, essentially drives me.
and as
for needs:
need to
be in love
with the
Rosetta stone of others.
to be
brought into frame, where focus drives me.
to have
love to writhe the truth out of me.
to use my
mind as handrails for emotional challenges.
to wish
for my sexuality to be free spirited.
need for
sensuality to be truth telling.
forever
in need of primal,
unfolding
yet undisclosed.
to wish
for soma to be forthcoming.
for
presence and conveyance to meet at my heart
and the
need to not have left anything untouched . . .
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