Poem ~Stream of Consciousness: Precious Artefacts – 26/08/21

breathe in with the power of my soul,
my inner truth, I enter my cavern, the whirlwind of my mind
as extravagant windswept daze enlightens every phase,
whether past or present,
it is whole, in the right place,
about face, I will take
the first step in knowing that I,
I am the creator of what
I need to manifest,
I have the strength, the desire,
the power, to make my world amazing or something worthy
of being devoured
whole,
in momentum,
perfection in its truest form is what I once sought
but now, keeping them at the length of my arm are those
conformers, that I needed to be right, look like this or that,
pull these nonsense, commandeered thoughts out of
my hat
and now flutter my eyelids,
softly, softly,
my world is present but the glory I seek to view
is pure in ecstatic goodness,
I tap and tap my mind’s eye, hoping to draw
feelings forth,
activate something deeper within,
and I smile to myself,
what have I created, in this moment of
manifesting madness?
I look back upon the paper,
turn behind me at the pavement,
then two steps back and three steps forth,
as I look over my warbling thoughts,
I head north within,
to seek more precious artefacts.

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