The Poetic Self

She is I

and I am We

fitting of a multi-dimensional Self

the epitome of a spirit twirling through

this thing called life

an assembly line

of primary and secondary influences

bumping into doubt, quit, stuck, and misread while in the ether stirring star-dust and regolith of

peace, love, and joy

strong yet weary

alone but not lonely

a deception of time

that waits for no one

creating a misanthropist with remnants of

social skills and empathy desiring to tap into the nefarious a bit more often on my Jungian

when our default is kindness, loyalty, and who gives two fcks and a circle

Perspective is just that

prosaic and personal

Still, deeply woven is the self

the evolved soul

poetic and tendered by experience

Ever revealing our poetic self.