I understand the friend this long afternoon
and meet again the struggling voice in my head,
the stranger that appears to me only, as truth.
An individual seeming apart from me, my hate, my love and I.
An individual whose voice constantly pervades my thought,
invades my head, groggy and bright,
expanding within me out of control to where barriers cannot be
put up or extolled,
the voice inside takes it’s toll.

I meet a self-assured debt of pervasive thought.
The meeting goes well; we negotiate, these thoughts and I.
My consciousness like white waves forever reeling in
does meet the sand with almighty crashes.
The negotiation goes on, I lose ground
to those pervasive thoughts that passed gently, now abrupty,
unstoppable,
within my head.

And why the head? Are these thoughts in there?
I continue tasting myself,
the rhythms are asking me to continue
to blame and collapse in gratitude for their untimely demise.

This is not meditation; far from it.
An outraged voice calls out of me, a point now passed
the return to which I cannot see.

Joy is gone, it ends what I am,
and points to what I will become.