Looking behind
the obtuseness was
dangerous…
but somehow shaken
from the mind, as it grew
to a perspicacious life
A style of living
Discerning stupidity
Discerning ignorance
Discerning hate and immaturity
Now...
there is no room for such
This place of being,
is overwhelming the heart,
the sexuality and almost
…the spirit
So relaxed
Yet can one return?
With surgical steel, yes
But only the appearance
Not the core
Of ones journey
Held in the eyes,
the brain, the soul even
Carrying this paused
State of being
Everywhere…
as a shield of protection
to keep the destiny
of the soul
reposing in state.