Written in 2013, recorded in the family temple.
A banishing of sorts and call for clarity in writing and self expression. Music: Bloom – ‘Divine Users’

T6

This AM
I write for me
not for
him
her
sun
moon
mother
father
in-law
infinite repressed
but now,
me
she
he,
warrior
monk
fool father
always to be

Two-bit
illusion of infirmary
psychosis of sin
original
or third-hand
discarded undainties exposed finally
as the smell coming from the
woodshed

This am I
write for me
not for
bullies
banks
or movements building
all-weather friends
enamored and amused
abused by my train-wreck obscurities
Trite notions
if I did not
I –
I would not be grasping
for conspiracy,
for meaning
for calm and chaos
rooted
in the same breath,
breathe

This I am
write for me
for ancestry and progeny
for father land
mother sky
for crystals below
and above
me – a conduit,
I see

The span of 40 years
behind
before
me cycles
lines
dimensions un-folding
in
up-
on
themselves
I am this
write for me

Detroit 11.20.2013 e.v.