Chronicle The Journey By Michael Leo Morrison Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

To stand apart
to step out of the stream
this circulation
you lose yourself
in a million faces

I cling to the raft of myself
It's all I 've got

I'm defined by my incompatibility
with society
seething lava passion within me
an upstart
who dares to claim
the hot iron words
which normally reside
in the rosy wooden box.

Some people have reached out to me
given me some sense of family

I suppose there's a secret chamber
somewhere inside my soul
where these feelings can reside

a thorny rosy milk fog dungeon
rays of sunlight
lost forever
collision courses
of sparkling ions

I was the novice magician
in a fairy tale world
all I could do was seize the moment
open my eye
look down the tunnel
chronicle the journey
ignore the jibes
hide and hide
laugh and mourn
and lick my wounds
ans say:
'This moment,
this msoment is all I have.'