Entangled with the horns
Of a bull and the heart of a whale
A little rough and tumble
I’m not sad. This is art.
I’m trying to get closer to my memories
& the harder I swim the faster they come
I feel remorse about fatal occurrences
Especially those which I cannot prevent
Even totally unrelated to me personally
And out of my control
In someone else’s corner
Occasionally defeated
Still I am full
Still I am unprepared
Still I am resilient
Redeeming the world in a happier light
Crops up a broken morning
Resisting AI by the grace
Of my Buddha-head
And a dream filled bed
Of possibilities
© GÄ
Poétique 