witch

 
chaotic thoughts brilliance is sought
are you insane like me?

I push the limits in my mind
I create myths, speaking them into being
in my madness there are endless landscapes

I scour the heavens
I look through the tomes of history
I'm not the first
once upon a time they would have called me witch or heretic
lunatic or much worse

I am an ascension being
picking at the threads of reality
the fabric of society isn't something I can conform to
nor should I try
I get my directions from the universes

still, I question even this
striving for perfection of soul
knowing there is no perpetual state of perfection
only another level of understanding

evolving, constantly turning in the infinite
to become the being i will be ultimately be
and once at the pinnacle---
climb to the top of the next mountain before me

in summation there is no perfect state of being
only more curves of learning to bring us into reckoning