Before, I was gathering inside of the silence
Inside of me, now, lies a raging thundercloud, threatening to burst.
Threatening the excitement of a new earth.
Lighting me up with kisses and killing me with the same.
What is it meant for, this transformation of fears, and joys and—
I don’t know, what is it with me these days?
I’m not sure, but undoubtedly I am meant to feel the weight of this.
Sit with it in the grass in the park and then boom….it will happen.
Maybe I’ll just take my stream and marry it to the ocean,
losing myself for the bigger picture. So frightening but so beautiful to be in it.
To be willing to throw your dice up into the wind
Watching them scatter like leaves among the sunshine.
At any moment, electricity may very well shoot out from my fingertips.
How embarrassing when that happens in public.
But one has to let it go, watch it pop like kernels of popcorn,
Like fireworks, like a grape ripe for wine making, like a match in the dark.
Tell, me how do you get free?
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