when I forget
who
when
I am
remembering
whom I do
not need
to be,
I look to the sinister
-but feel the warmth
opposed.
fearless,
untenable,
like the future I sought
like the present I fought.
I remember
to let go and
await the flood
and the wheel
and the fire that cools
and the thirst that quenches.
when I feel the truth in that mumbo-jumbo
I will know I’m building up mojo,
and,
that I am home
with me,
Again.
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