Speaking of bouncing off walls and of ceilings
to take off the edges from some
of my feelings
and in the process of falling to rise again calling
to someone
to anyone
to myself in the main
because pain is so personal.
Deep in the ego which has many dimensions
and with no intention of self analysis
which in itself
causes self paralysis.
I dive down and I find another me
of a kind that's unknown.
Where I thought was a child is a man fully grown
and the
loan of this man to the child who can see
beyond the borders of egos
beyond the borders of me
is a revelation
but did I want this to be?
all the trials we must take when I'd much rather make
gurgling sounds
all the ground we must make up when I'd much rather take up
the offer of a cot
yes
with a bottle and soother life was much smoother
but
time rings and with it brings responsibilities
abilities that will teach me
to reach out
to leach out
the last remnants of play as a child I would say
go away
I'm not playing
this game is no good but as only a child could
he finds something that
should make him smile
then imaged for a while
somewhere between the reflex and the shutter where the action is muttered in the click of a button
he puts his coat on and dives deep
to where the ego forgets and will keep
his secrets.