Thursday, November 25, 2004
Insecurities
I choke upon questions,
incomprehensible delusions,
stumbling and falling by my own,
inexplainable devices,
by my own relentless scales.
For i judge myself fairly,
my flaws and faults magnified,
for i am a perfect being.
I stand clueless by my own standards,
flailing as i fumble,
breaking as i trip over broken truths,
falling endlessly through the sky.
Such liberation in descent,
as i drop in a skyward spiral,
where the ground is my sky,
and the blue horizon,
all but my lucid contradictions,
hidden behind my own illusions.
Posted by Jo