its quite the sight, after a day of puking emotions.
in contrast to the quiet and stillness of the mossy trees,
that arranged themselves in disorder.
it reminds me of my mind when i came here,
alive but confused, trapped behind a curtain.
it appears, the ring of chairs beneath the vengeful tree,
to arrive at the center of gravity of this community ive melted into.
i listen again to the war drums of glorification, but now…
i call it out with a silent roar, coated in kindness.
i challenge the kid from the streets, to give up the concrete,
the dealer to say what he means, give up the poison.
ive given in to love, it is strange, i even romanticize the dragonfly,
connect to the one most like me, show him my scars and remedies.
with a shape-changing cigarette, i inhale the chatter of my new family.
i am them, and they are me, i see it daily, like the alligator scouting leftovers,
it becomes clearer with action. the ego melts in this chair amongst my peers.
i thank whatever is there, for a voice, and courage to use it. my friends do too.
as long as i remember equality, consume tolerance and exude love,
the world grows brighter, and as a Cheshire cat i grin wider.