I dream of floating high, then falling from the sky
I don’t hit cement, but the waves are like pavement to my decent
A shallow grave, crashing down. I’m broken, a cascade of erosion
content to drown in the open, face down in the ocean
surrounded by corrosion, as a ghost I found my devotion.
Walk around hallowed grounds with a notion, smoke this, drink that
there’s poison in the potion.
Never spoke a word, but made noise to cause commotion
I became void of all emotion, like a boy anointed, I was chosen.
Foisted, I felt golden, too many choices I was frozen
paralyzed and in submission, a carousel of indecision
Sterilized with inhibition. I cherish times that I’ve been given
scary nights, I saw a vision, terror fright and superstition. | AM
In my mind, I heard the poet performing this. The performance was moving. I wanted to hear more.