World View
striping colors blend
swaying horizontally
cruising past in waves
the pinch in every nerve
where are my politics
or social consciousness?
my thoughts kept hidden
under the covers
of my multi-track
that only wishes to express
its narcissistic lusts
too shallow to dive
skipping too deep
so where I’m left
is numbing in time
selfish explorations
like I’m the only one
thing of interest
but how can I pull
back the other curtains
when I’m still fingering
my own lock and knot?
I can’t just ignore
the mysteries of my shadow
not when it follows
every vanishing thought
maybe I’m just working up
to go beyond my Arian age
birth to adolescence
independence and autonomy
next cycle, it’s coming
giving back my
expansive view
so I can throw
some ill-fated wisdom
about the universal self
closing behind
my indulgent door
until my time regresses
lapping my ego once more