Can you taste the storm
rolling over the horizon,
can you feel the electric in the air?
The day approaches
when the binding will finally break,
when there's nothing to salvage,
nothing left
of what I know as me
when the masque burns down,
tension intensifies to tear the skin to shreds
exposing the face beneath
buried so long,
now so raw, so malnutritioned,
unapologetic, hungry for a life denied,
offering no justification,
seeking no approval,
blasting away a state of being
with passionate, perpetual becoming,
so I offer apology now
before it burns away
before the capacity for guilt
extinguishes with the illusion I nurture
in hopeful ignorance,
in wretched innocence.
rolling over the horizon,
can you feel the electric in the air?
The day approaches
when the binding will finally break,
when there's nothing to salvage,
nothing left
of what I know as me
when the masque burns down,
tension intensifies to tear the skin to shreds
exposing the face beneath
buried so long,
now so raw, so malnutritioned,
unapologetic, hungry for a life denied,
offering no justification,
seeking no approval,
blasting away a state of being
with passionate, perpetual becoming,
so I offer apology now
before it burns away
before the capacity for guilt
extinguishes with the illusion I nurture
in hopeful ignorance,
in wretched innocence.
