Let's smash these caps these all or nothing
of studius means that make all of the
nice, but lengthy hair, really long hair
that doesn't need any explanation -
other than to say it is gifted, this uncovered
We'll rely on this, this dressing that makes
all of us stealth beyond our years or our
imagined fear of springing out with uncontrolled
shame, the hair that begs retreat, only
to become renowned for insight, for
brilliance beyond the stage.
It's always what we can't see that scares us,
and to that point we look at the dressing, and
the heading that says where we dined last -
or at least tipped the partridge, the dog, the lot
of them that are wild.
Yet, we are not in our semblance of sanity.
Take that for frizz that wants to be tamed.
Take it and fly; the kite that knows to be known,
to be expanded beyond depths of knowing.
Know what I know that hides behind this
concave, this mirror of the microscopic, this
transgression of freedom.
© 2015 Larry Ingram
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