First time i remember being invited to be invisible

why does the poet want to wreak havoc on the world with their most wretched feelings?

Why does the poet dream of the horrors of the world etched across their vision like a giant wall being scratched out?

Why does the poet create their most powerful fears into a line about how beautiful the skyline is after the rain?

I’ve been trying to be happy so long,

I’ve tried to expel myself from the horrors, fears, pain and suffering of the world, the past that screams in past cells of our collective creative consciousness

The First time I remember being invited to be invisible

I realized this was defined as a real feeling of horrendous loneliness

Punctuated as a punch without the bruise

Are you sad without me? Are you lonely too? Am I just revealing myself to a world that has far more hatred, horrors and misery, and yet, also importantly, the truth is there is also deep, undying, warm love

Circling the drain yet never ending ending

It feels like it never ends

Those invitations to be invisible

All of those invisible people with feelings that are heavier than bricks but thin like air

We are all just living in invisible, invincible threads of space moving around the earth’s screaming cataclysm of births, deaths and the creation of new destruction

Does the irrational, nebulous shape of a poet’s soul create the bow and arrow that keeps up with the changing tides?

Do we knock down the mountain in order to create a bridge or open door?

I remembered the first time I was invited to be invisible, one day, two days, ten years, fourteen years, five minutes

Is the last time the same as now?

I linger in the dark folds of the realm that clocks our minds like raging fire

There is no sanity in this place

As we are all heaving together like flesh-ghosts with solutions and facts and figures and all the answers

But what if there were answers in non-answers, in logic that translated into surreal, survival, testing your limits of gravity, time and space?

Invisible creatures that are full of star dust and worry and light and fire

We’re all invited to join in this conversation, the shape holds nothing, everything, little, big, invisible,

You.