holy scripture of memories
words
become
sounds
or scent
locked into esoteric meaning
and swampland stretches
in front of the minds eye
so much
to discard
to sift through
the words of the poet
as attempts to distill
desires to kill
while attempting that
freedom
elusive to humans
you think it will be a trap
but it can free you
that which has captured
can free you
that which hurt you
can heal you,
not unlike homeopathy
tiny dose
of the poison
not unlike the
yin
and yang
a bit of what ails you
and a bit of what fails you
becomes that bit
of what derails you
until you sail through
showing the world what it is that you do
that Pandora contradiction
to educate, to uplift
to draw from sources
and to trust
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