Expansionist Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

So designed
to live and thrive in
any territory in any country
upon any land or under any body of
sea, anywhere and anyplace and anytime
it is pleased… can you believe that this is true?
them; inside, outside and far removed from you
and time, just a matter or all that matters as
time does move you away from what you believed
to be your own essence away from what you were
taught to believe is the real you which scale
which plans and dreams, which reality is a truth
that separates your expansionist feelings and
thoughts from what will become, from what is to
be done; into that expanding view in you that is
the truthfully real you, that you which you do
not know; now think of this as in the mystical…
in the beginning and after time moved on, soul
starting the dream, utterly believing in that
part of you joined, weeping quenched; yet lost
to you and all of your relations… in part
presented in an uncertainty, as that singular
entity, which is the completely new and vibrant
you… actively starting and as escaping from this
world; better than any peace which could be
established within the self which is not expansive
which is not seeking to take which is not you’re
ideal and that which is as an unknown and unmoved
unthinking and disproved as the you which is not
under the full patronage of that you which is the
expansionist within you.