

"Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be."
-Charles Bukowski
SHED BY LAYERS
Where from the no vast soundless mouths
First lighted breath, cries welcome trials.
Birthed luminesce cords, blazed vacant space-
Creation's pass through prism's gates.
​
Clarity attracts, chapel stained glass effects-
Etched markered tried tracks, and broken connects.
Added layers by fears,
fostered false imprisoned ideas,
cultured self aggregates,
and infectious tribulates.
​ Flooding sufferance-
the insidious desolace.
Ebbed by serendipity-
lectures and self inquiry.
​
Time elapsed the shedded layers,
no matter time, days, weeks, or years.
From ancient texts, the sages' share,
for the One seer now,
the trail ends there.

