Tornado word thought bubbles surround me
dense and compacted depth

Kenyon’s Otherwise
Frost’s The Road Not Taken
Whitman’s Song of Myself

Offer an orator’s optic
advance of glances throughout
the ages of man
intrinsic in nature
explode the ornery tempest
before a path that yearns
for consequential exchanges
dipped in cold water alterations
provoke the proclivity for a floret
on the most obscure lush green
Chordata in plant form
fluid, flexible, feels
textured chimeras

blllllllllluuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrr

The same can be stated
in relation to various pathways
Alice down the rabbit hole
Sarah’s drastic fall down via helping hands
Lyra’s exploration sliced into reality

To face the void with fear, trepidation and anxiety is normal
to allow it to diminish who you are
not a single value in sight

Blackholes like panic rooms
house a purpose
it is not death
or self-defeat
or to linger on hateful words
purposeful, helpful, delight
sparks the amygdala
in a request to feed
to be wild
to allow erratic, precise depth
of the tapestry
that entwines
what we are supposed
to reveal
and how that
impacts those we come
into contact with
to lessen
the shackles
around the organ
of the soul