Soul

i conspired with several wayward parts of myself

and embarked on a plot to murder my ego

i peeled my fingers off like a glove

one at a time

a delicate and precise slow motion striptease

of keratin tipped opposable digits

i knew what was coming but not what to expect

i knew what was gonna happen but it hadn't happened yet

i plaited a frail tail of feverishly fresh expectations

into a twisted knot of scratchy fractured dreams

strand upon strand went straight through my deft hands

and issued a cacophony of mismatched moans and screams

i slowly ingested several pleasant poisons

and let them lay waste to internal time

i made the clocks go backwards by the second

and took stock of all that's mine

as i floundered all grounded

parts of me took to the sky

i knew then that this is what it is

but i couldn't tell you why

i soared above many broken lands

i burned laugh lines into my face

i became a part of all i touched

leaving hints but never a trace

afflicted and adrift amidst this organic wonder

an informed and educated second guess

the silence and soft pealing of racing thunder

so what awkward piece of me is next?