Hatched Identity

I cannot identify

what high I am on ever

anymore

these days

So much more immaculate

The same, in some ways

Different, though

More caustic

More triumph

More friends again

For so long, so empty

So full of shit, yet so believable

I was getting good at becoming chameleon-like

Still, the waters

in the depths

of the well

I draw the liquid up inside of me

to drink

to share

to serve

vitality

Sanctified glory becomes

just plain being

Seeing everything

intense

infinite

terrifying

sort of

No, not really

Just, wow!

Something unidentifiable, maybe

Perhaps

Maybe not

Forgotten melodies remind me each moment of all my responsibilities

As a man

As a woman

As a friend

As a child of The God and Goddess

A fragment of the whole, shimmering

glistening, blindingly

Familiar clarity

of who

of what

of when

of how

of energy that has been manipulated

Laying the eggs that are then incubated

hatched, almost immediately

Attached to anything

everything

nothing

time

space

continuity....

8/26/2007