Today, I am whole
Yesterday, I was not
Tomorrow, I will find myself again
I think.
When the wind comes out from its hiding place in the orchids,
under the sky that turns a ghoulish purple from time to time,
and when the breeze blows in your eyes, your mouth, your face
like sinewy ghosts of quietened existences that are finally breaking out –
out of the shackles and the manacles, that is when I know,
in short bursts of pixelated clarity, what it all may or may not mean.
//But then I may just be kidding myself//
In the swift transitions between 4 a.m. fits of hysteria
and 2 p.m. silences that wash over me like an aqueous blanket
the sounds, they flow now in rhythmic chaos
of my thoughts, good and bad, right and wrong.
And the wind, it blows on
navigating smiles like that just may have been their purpose here,
all in a perfect unison of innate knowledge
that the human mind is born with, but may never even begin
to comprehend.
Today, I am whole
Yesterday, I was not
Tomorrow, I will find myself again
I think.
//But then I may just be kidding myself//
