You don’t have to love me…
because I have refused
to cede the cheering
of me
to you
and those of your ilk…
no crying over spilled milk,
keep it moving like
silk.
I float on tears,
no fear
too busy to be scared…
I love me –
unequivocally, undeniably and
with heat of a thousand suns…
I weaponize words
as slugs
and the pen
as the rifle
for the trifling,
don’t vex or test me
while…
rustling through pages
to extract wisdom
from the sages…
against the backdrop
of a world
at war with
its shadow, hello?
A live reading of said piece with an accompaniment of musical frequencies by way of my son and one of his musical SuperFriends.
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