Thursday, May 29, 2014


What was it like when I didn't believe?
How could I live? All that I saw I knew,
all that I knew I saw, but nothing else.
The world was leagues of quantifiable data,
geographies, encyclopedia, and science
forgetting quality. What was it like
when I wallowed in a lowly hopelessness?
A choice to see no future, no magic,
no angel, and no miracle. Was I
impoverished in a deconstructed ethic?
No longer am I shackled by the map
of yesterday's identity, now I rise
free from name and description, believing
in everything that I may never know.