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A vision is kindled

Sparking into life/burning bright

Then fades into the nothingness of modernity, pretentious/ wicked sensibilities

The television/and other dimensions of living/anxiety/difficulty.

Trying to escape the rat race

Crabs in the bucket mentality

Pulling down the lofty ambitions/of a dreamer.

Family/ no respect/don’t get/see

Mental confusion/and terrible bewilderment

Witchcraft/ oppression/from every front/hiding in plain sight.

It’s a wonder that thoughts still surface/fighting the sluggishness/ of repressed ideas and desires.

A pressure cooker under the cranium.

Celestial vision/emancipation of the mind/shone brightly, but all to briefly

Creeping log jam/must depart

So signals can transmit/ to the ramparts of consciousness

Bringing free-flowing verse, rhymes, beats and lines

They want to move/ like currents but instead/

Their torrents are shut up

Mixing and mixing/ slowly turning over

Becoming a kaleidoscope of emotions/rainbows of thoughts/ and prisms of light

On the horizon, of the vast/ expanse of the cerebral cortex

Just out of reach/ hovering like dense fog

Matter becoming fuzzy/hazy/ bubbling/ fizzing/and ready to explode

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                      ing.

Who/ or more importantly/ what am I?

The familiarity of déjà vu, reverberates/but wait

Not the mother/daughter/or any of the usual female suspects

An embattled soldier/revolutionary

Ideas unfold like a baby/ coming into the world

The first cry/ a roar like a tiger/the searing pain of wounded flesh

Chasing the night away behind angry clouds/ of judgment

Fully fledged maturity/screaming like a banshee/ at times unafraid

Glass ceiling/ domination/frustrating/ the daughter of

Loneliness and alone solidarity

No understanding/sans comradery

Insights, stacked /squeezed/ manipulated and contained

Into the well-worn and familiar/tropes of stereotypes.

Nirvana they say is beautiful

Sublime utopia/searched/found and discarded

My nature of existence!


By Joszann St.John

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