going back to my roots, i am
strung on cactus copper threads
listening to adult contemporary music
with a voice that melts me down
like fire melts gold,
good god,
i've lost myself to time again
and again
--i find it could be perfection.
and angels above,
everything is alright now,
my tears are inside like happy lakes--
i am the lady of the lake
and i control my despair,
there is no despair--
there is no death,
only life.
he is a free bird-angel
and he is full,
utterly full of life.
eyes peeking over paper
i know i'm back now,
keys tapping at fingers
tapping at keys
i am where i
belong.
Author notes
the equation:
robert downey jr's "the futurist" + back-to-bones sixteen-year-old-mindset + revelations that you can't put a price tag on + inner peace = this.
it's been a long time.
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