We are
the wild ones
untamed, yet chained
to I notion
domesticity
some domestic bliss––ed out
from the truth of our Tumi
what to me
firms us
into the firmament of (i’m)possibility,
even when
awareness is
void
to unknown potential
to probability wants for
our frequencies—
emit
out far beyond the here and now
as brazen waves
unfolding life
force
slipping off the leash of
I-thought, towards
serendipity
coincidences untold
surpassing small imaginations of who am I
when I do nothing
of
consequence
w/in the limitations of/in/for/at
material fixity
monetary normativity
objective reality.
It frees we,
don’t you see?
Wild abandon
from upturned noses,
social media poses
and all sorts of beds of roses
w/thorns
in our sides
because we feel the pinch
from going feral
unbroken spirits
longing for
liberty—
such binary word failing,
overused labels
baggage laden fables
other people’s oppositional tables,
still,
holds us
back
in
time
&
space/d out guillotine existences,
consciousness enslavement,
when we simply are
our own tempests
uncoiling
unfurling
like spiro w/o the gyra
whatever
that means to you,
as words leave me, categorically,
unable to capture
what it is to truly be
the wild ones
we are.
Glossary
Tumi (Twi): (noun) power, authority; (verb) to be able to, can
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