I am the obstacle, the illusion
the mass, of being a contradiction in terms
Living within a subtext
of my own creation
Controlled Chaos
Mixed energies
That walk across
the railing of the Old Osborne bridge
at Dawn, 15 years ago
Sober. Proved I was immortal
How the fuck did I ever make it to 35?
My ethnos for life,
that inner fire,
burning, churning, yearning
with desire.
Has returned,
from a long journey
of brutal, bitchin’ & biting
pain & loss
Move on, move forward
extreme sacrifices made
bend & twine
in my mind,
come out the other side
as peace & grace
dawning, dusking, dazzling
into Moon shiny, starry space.
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