There is a deeper voice in me,
it wants to speak: a low rumble that
has come of its age, that
has slowly been brewing in my belly.
It has taken years for this
to suddenly happen,
as if in my dreams I had secretly
been practicing my wings,
forgetting that the sky brushed my face
when I awakened back on earth.
The winds of my philosophy
begin to roil in steady
rumination, the threat
of my imagination is more than illusion.
I am small, like a teaspoonful
of stardust, a fleeting
shadow that you will not soon forget.
I take nothing with me.
Let me walk into the world
with only the fear of God
in my heart, and I shall cower
at no other thing; let me
serve my Lord as I have known
that someday I could.
This poem is my childhood's end.
This poem is a dream
touching down into the world.
My friends, I now walk
into the wilderness,
and I may not get far; but this fire
inside my breathing
wants to break free of
its habitual abbreviations, to
drive into the unlimited
expressions of the inner light,
and the outer dark. To break free.
Pete
3:46pm friday, 6th august
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Pete