Enigma Poem by jonathan wilmington

Touching the steel girders
That support the moon.
Surreal and free, I can do anything,
Be anything, be myself.
My love is unrestrained
My feelings of anger
Are no longer taunting me.
I am tame like the kelp,
Fiery like
The sun stepping through the eastern gate.
Mercury’s got nothing
On my burning desire.
Melting mettle of smelting emotions.
To define me is to define a black hole,
Is to define God,
Is to define the human spirit,
Is to define death.
You have not been me,
So silence yourself.
You do not know me,
So leave.
Appreciate me for a soul
As a spirit,
Lost and wandering
So go to hell,
I’m happy!