nourish my mind
nourish my heart
nourish my soul
no,
never shall I live by bread alone
bodily nutrition says nothing
about what your spirit is fed
can I put song
into calories?
do my pill bottles
contain inspiration?
can I eat love,
can I drink literature?
my hands have needs
greater
than my stomach and blood.
infinite are their needs.
proportionate
are the consequences
of them being unmet.
my hands need
to hold other hands.
my hands need pencils
the energy channel
between heart and fingers
opened
oh, potency
oh, potency
this pencil is my sword
sharp,
sharp.
e’ry hero needs his weapon
let graphite spilled
be like bloodstains
marking where I’ve conquered.
…
feed me
I want to feel saltwater threatening to drown me
I want to dig my fingernails into dirt
I want to shovel it into my mouth
Let me taste the Earth
let me
let me
let me..
feel
I want sensation
Let me scratch at myself
This vessel was meant for challenges
Let me punish myself
not out of self hatred
but out of great self love
I am the soil being broken
toiled
I am the Earth being worked
I am
potential unfolding
These fists clenched
life force energy reverberates through me
I want to kiss
I want to fight
I want to live
no more
no more
no more of these chains
I want to use this voice of mine
I want to deafen myself with the passion it carries
let me see what this body
this mind
these hands
are capable of
I want to love intensely
I want to fight for those I love
THE CLOSET MYSTIC 