A big congratulatory shout out to Sammi for five years of weekend wonders.
Am I lost, have you seen me?
Am I crying or standing angry?
I listen but I also speak,
I read but I write, I love—
but I also hate and abominate.
I must find myself,
so I may contemplate my bile.
Every day, untethered, to consider
my center, my core omphalos
being wisely chosen.
Not fooled by feelings or desires,
looking deep and true
before winter blows
that last breath from my chest,
before my dust returns to the cosmos
before it is too late,
true to myself, my love.
Look both ways at your best and the worst.
Find the true you without judgment or odium.
Mind the gaps and look there too,
for the stain of truth is better than vain and useless glory.