PERPETUAL REVESSELIZATION  (II)

i am
a vessel
for
all i am
for more than
i know
though seemingly
empty
at times
even so
whenever i feel
that way
i can
still
tilt forward
towards
the blank page
and am
consistently
surprised
by the
spontaneous bounty
of so much
peculiar
spillage
wherein
the blank page
in catching
my spill
becomes
its new vessel
whereas
i
in its
absorbent transference
for a very
brief moment
in time
become
a blank page
myself
though so much
more
beyond it
which
amidst all
i find
im increasingly
prone
and still subject
to
these
recurrent spills
of mysteriously
peculiar
wordage
and seemingly
perpetual
revesselization
which
not only
provide
my creative nature
yet another
unmarked
pathway
to freely express
itself through
the often times
precariously interwoven  
strangely juxtaposed
free expulsion
of words
i language myself
through
but also
at the same
time
both shows
and reconfirms
for me
that i am
still
without a doubt
endentured to
this lifetime
beck
and call
this persistent
gift
and burden
of my inner
muse
whom I
did not choose
but rather
since a boy
have realized and
known
that i
by it
was somehow
mysteriously
chosen
for this
intuitively perceptive
path
along my lifetimes
ever changing
ever evolving
journey
a necessary
vital part
of its still
ongoing
still unfolding
story
or so it
appears to have
thus far
become
and clearly still
persists
for whatever
unknown
reason
within the even
greater
more mysterious
scheme
of this mad
beautiful worlds
ongoing
baffling dream
wherein
ive now come
to a point
in my life
in which
i can simply
see and accept
this world
its baffling dream
with all
its madness
and beauty
my lifes ongoing
journey
with all
its madness
and beauty
including
my inner muse
with all its
persistent
recurrent spillage
and perpetual
revesselization
as simply
a part of
who
i am
as i
am
a part of
it
as i
am
a part of
it all
as well
which is how
i see it
and how
i have long
seen it
for so many
years now
at least
this time
around