Freed Expression (Freestyle Spill)

It seems so absurd

scribing

just to be heard

over omnipresent

ambient noise

of thousand word equivalencies

inundating the cortex of my visuals

with digital sensations –

 

perpetually connected –

 

no cessation.

 

I seek out dry ground

on high ground

where third eye is found,

and dare to clear

my atmosphere

with plugs for ears

and blinders.

 

Turn pages like

new leaves in life

over d-rings in a binder –

starting fresh in

my expression

of new lessons .

 

Soul confessions,

 

heartfelt

 

like they’re cardiac arresting.

 

Self portrait my reflection

through the physical connection

of paper plane

and metal ball

within the pen

I use when blessing y’all

 

-HymnAgen