Here’s a little poem I wrote about Chaos/Release:
Possibilities pile up
bubble up
work their way into my brain.
A Vision
so clear yet fuzzy around edges
the movie called Future
beautiful, big, no playing small allowed.
What’s that?
You can’t see it?
Poison arrows of uncertainty whiz by my ears
duck, swoop, dive for cover
but a couple hit their mark
the Soul shudders with the taste of your bile.
Doubt rears its snout
grunting, ugly
the Voices erupt
fail, fail, fail, fail, f***!
your “logic” is a four-letter word
Snap. Out. Of. It!
thoughts manifest reality
rewind
The Vision
shake it like a Polaroid
a map slowly materializes
One glorious step forward…
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