From My Perspective

Poetry Collage, 2011

Society is trauma. It is a consensus of ethical disfigurements. In order to become a part of it, I've been told to remove my shoes at the airport and take my medication at a certain time. This leaves out the miles of neurons that contraindicate the process of my inclusion. The caliber of arrogance required to normalize a dissident population is enormous. I didn't believe in God until I met a CEO of pharmaceuticals. I didn't believe in religion until I bowed to a chemical reaction that slowed my movements to those of prayer. I've spent a lifetime trying to evade these labels, these arguments on boundaries, these road maps that exclude all others. I didn't want to write down a particular worldview as my vision is not omniscient and therefore blemishes some deeds, rewarding others. There is no sphere that contains me raw, uncooked, fat bristling at my edges, and pumping pure blood through a tapestry of vein. The meat of me is unequivocal. I make no auditions for a master in my sleep. I am boundless and uncontainable.