i am torn.. but untethered…

transferance of energy..

howling around inside a globally magnificent multi-dimensional

pathologically illogical eccentricity..

one hour left..

till the sun’s rays peak out at the dawning of a shift in movement..

moving inward…

i feel my insides.. aren’t we all just made up of matter?

moving outward…

i feel others.. doesnt everyone just want to get lathered?

with leather..

sometimes… i am as hard as a rock…

and sometimes.. i am light as a feather…

feed me the real stuff.. i don’t like pleather…

don’t overthink the meaning of this poem too much..

Simply put..

i am torn.. but untethered..

Written by Sepi (c) Copyright, September 2007.