Humid

Transit and petrichor held me captive one Sunday,

Riddled with hieroglyphic notions of clarity,

Mind mosaic,

I, as one,

Studied the stoic,

Tendrils of a past apathy shed light upon what I truly lost, desired, found,

Vestigious discomfort slithered away as deftly as the pen in my hand,

On my bodice,

I accepted control of self, entity,

Entirely whole, scattered in purpose,

Complete in desire,

The night favored humidity,

While I, humility,

What release peace could offer me,

The young envy the elderly in wisdom,

Until in practice,

Youth abound until bound by shackles of own precipice,

Heightened in perception,

Less perceptive,

Captivity obsession like a session with one willing,

Hold her close.

Favored ghosts,

Feared most,

I felt chosen, but never by my own faculties,

Neglect of ego in the actual,

Hear me, respecting the free,

But choosing the window,

Was the air not fresh once it hit the sill?

Or did the bars leave more scars than pride will admit?

Safe from safety,

Enamored with the torturous,

Call it lit,

My Exodus, that was fortunate,

Grew resolve as I chose to solve what I rendered useless from inception,

Skin was the sin,

Black magic like Whodini,

Freaks come out when they want to,

Get a clue like Paprika,

Let it navigate to your speaker,

Went to Hancock from chicken like Tikka,

They call these bars, what happened to the stanza?

The reluctant haiku,

The wordsmith Bonanza?

Silly,

I let this rain drench the flame,

Lost a couple assets,

A stray dollar and a damn,

Gained what I felt deceptive,

It was stifling in presence,

My liberation,

What's free to an atom?

-syzy