Freedom in Obscurity
I never imagined I’d experience
The repetition of experience
As pure freedom
The inner grammar
Is the failure to criticize
I am walking rapidly
In the slow-motion
From death to dream
To birth again, to be a poet
Is to obey letters of water
Powers of lucidity
Discovered in surrender
I never imagined I’d experience
Freedom in self-limitation
In the simple twilight of
The same landscape
I found the underbelly of genius
Where I reached the lines
I was supposed to (have)
The drowsy nerve of soul
Where all pleading stops.
Wuji Seshat 