Genesis

oh, sorry,

you wasn’t ready,
was you?

to see
this son
trade your sweet
comforts
for Truth’s slippery
appeal.

a truth haunted by dreams
and swagger;

a truth plagued by magic
and wonder,
and rhythms
that ring
with the razz matazz,
of his story

Finally,
I see me…..

free…

from all of you.

yeah,
its just about time to burn this mother down.