type four — wall breaks
breath finally leaving
me, holding tight
for far too long, expel
the game—
moving square to square
boarded within the comparison
game—
i find identity based on a void
of identity and maybe
the wall breaks now,
move to my home.
art spurred by familiars;
type four, creations generate
in god-complex, in ego fed
slopping birth of identity
read only in poem, only in cloth
only in ink, only in fiction,
only in leather, only in written
word,
i hope choice sets
stone, i hope choice
gives foundation, i know
it is a start.
the city — the wall breaks
solace splinters
the horizon; identity built on lack
of identity; melancholic
romantic guilt fractures
in the simple removal
of finding home
in a city not my home—
i unfold and return opposing
my tendency to deign
familiar streets beneath me, no,
i have been in pilgrimage
to a home i never left.
envy is no dwelling
to settle in.