I relish the power of imperfection,
Sharp edges or unattractive ridges of soul
All that make me whole.
For I’ve dismissed;
The collar of affectations,
The noose of superficial pleasantness
People adore & adorn.
Since long ago
Appeasement stopped convincing me
Of its fruitfulness,
Censure has lost its efficacy.
I’ve, now, my passions
I’ve love, hatred, fury or serenity
All raw. ..crude. ..unmistakable
I give them without a hint of remorse
I take them with equal deference
Either I fly with joy
Or cry in agony
Unfettered is my infatuation
Unbridled is my indifference
A pining so soul-claiming
An affliction so soul-devouring
Mad abundance is my only perfect sanctuary
Anything less is my cyanide…my destruction.