unlearning
what came with the price
what I paid dearly to know:
that life has walls and
you stay in yours
once you find them
unlearning
ways of seeing
to bleed away
the poison
of thinking I
know anything
at all
unlearning
to remember
what the words were
like the bloody elves
and that idiot shoemaker,
words turned the world for me
until I looked for them
to find they were never there
I'll lie here
in the dust of my ruins
serenading poetry
until it returns
I'll unlearn every
snare, every trap and trick
to capture words
taught by every teacher
of every creative art
until I return
to the base
of the temple
of language
where I worshipped
before I believed
I was god
I'll take any oath
submit myself to
be blinded from the eyes
of the world at my door
I cast the jury
from inside my head
to judge my feelings
no more
becoming stone
in silence
until the universe
is gone from here
until I remember
that once, ages past,
I was a poet
in my soul
until I recall
where my soul is
and that writing's
in my very blood
I'll continue
unlearning
until I'm worthy
of the words' return. |
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