... a window through an urban thicket... 

My performance of:
 
"... a window through an urban thicket..."  
 
By  
 
Bluevelvete

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... a window through an urban thicket...


    
    
whenever it presses,    
my particular inadequacy    
that pull of all my knowing better    
especially in the evenings    
when my mind wonders    
    
I walk until I can see the sky    
if even just a glimpse    
through my dense urban thicket    
to be reminded of my place    
my true insignificance    
relishing, in the moment    
    
There's a perspective    
that billions of miles away    
hammers home    
with it's eons    
of punctuation    
    
I walk to the moonshine    
and it's bathing of me in her secrets    
a breadth of promise    
as my lonely triviality shies    
allowing minutiae of millenia    
to soak deep within    
    
I walk to remedy and to endure myself    
spending intentional time    
in my own head    
realizing how selfish    
the words 'I & me'    
sound in such repeated succession    
    
I walk to be free    
and to lose myself in that freedom    
letting go of all that I can peel from flesh    
allowing secrets of the universe to burrow    
to breathe of found cosmic amnesty    
    
remembering that we're all,    
    
    
    
    
colored of pure stardust