'There are absolutely no absolutes.'
This ends where it begins
I thought but
the subconscious has other designs.
Interpreting the Obvious
is the Key.
I Will my unconscious mind to accomplish
desires of my conscious mind where
even mirror-prism
becomes a blank wall.
The Key, my master,
The key is for me to
become your essence.
I abase myself, plead my pity before you.
Lament my unworthiness.
You are well aware of
My Statement of Intent
Take away my
repeated letters, state of being
physical, virtual, mental or visual
or even aural and tactile
'Appease me.
Adore me.
Seduce me.
Converge with me.
Demand from me.
Fight me
Be Me.'
I defied death
to be your whip.
Burning with
A desire.
A need.
A sincere want.
Make dots and lines of
my interior landscape
the half burnt, multi textured
multi coloured me
Paint me red or
Black and white
Then sigil me
Seal me
Keep Silent
They said
be calm, confident, grateful.
All good things come to those who wait.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem