Step up and out of the stream into your authentic chair leave the banquet behind your eyelids acquiesce to the universe, every pore. Tie a string on your thought this thread of sincerity Tie it quick to the fringes of time pregnant with the helium of hope. Three feathers of a wing fly straight through heaven into the heart of God. Your truth, your humility, your freedom. You paid no tax for a moment No one loved what you knew or hated what you need For a second, you were nothing but free.
A Collection of Poetry