Living as a Megaphone

June 26

Living as a Megaphone

He whispers in my ear, I part my lips and let it all run out. Vacant tube of a thing, his words pour through me, nothing to stem the flow, no diversions, no catch basin.  He hides behind me, the bully that he is.  I stand with rings painted bright concentric, bold.  I am nothing; I know it and don’t need him to tell me, my inactions speak louder than his words.  He is not the one who bore right through my core; he is just the little worm who is living there secure.  I will have to purge him out to be his megaphone no more.

Protect your awareness

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OPTICAL ILLUSION

From the right angle a hat pin can appear

Taller then the Empire State Building

I can skew my perspective to such an extreme

Or let my disease do it to me.

I can believe myself to be other than I am

The sweetest, kindest, smartest quickest,

Smallest, slowest, lowest, meanest.

I can see myself as all this and more.

As long as I squint with one eye

And look at only half of an issue

I can play the parts and act as if

These things are true.

I can even get others to play along

I can make fantasy fact if I lower the floor

I can die in the basement, many do.

I can turn my face from science

And be the center of all that spins

Or climb the stairs to ground level.

I can turn my mind to facts and fractions

Leave my better-than, less-than universe

And see the height of everything

And stand tall with my eyes open.