Finally living
In expanded freedom
But still orienting
Self as if freedom
Requires justification
A witness
Or permission.
I don’t want someone to fix me.
I want someone to
See me in motion and say
yes, that’s real.
Witness to the self
Deeper stratums
Interpretive power
I cannot be rewritten
My soul is settled
Passion without pacing
Love burns without responsibility
All hollows resound
Labor without reciprocity scorches
Somatic sauce
And now you feel it
Like I feel it
And now you feel it
Like I felt it
When you didn’t care
Or didn’t know how to
And we don’t have to
Maybe you see me now
Perhaps in motion or
Alone
But not invisibly
It’s all yours
© GÄ
Poétique 