I Believe

PART I: 

 

just. 

 

one. 

 

breath. 

 

For that is all it takes 

-In and out- 

To escape the chaos

and relieve the doubt. 

 

 

PART II:

 

Should the depths of the sea

be ten thousand leagues 

and the pot call the kettle black

 

then the groundhog should fear

the blazing burden 

a-resting upon his back,

 

For if I never wake 

amongst the glow 

and walk with a lack of desire

 

my dreams be gossamer

my beliefs be jocular 

for these well-oiled gears never tire

 

But come the time

that seasons beget

from this slumber I might awaken, 

 

and back to the source 

of all my remorse 

kicking and screaming, I’m taken. 

 

Oh, to he who is blind

in a world of color 

I envy your beautiful innocence 

 

Alas!

No matter the roots

we all are obtuse 

One certainty, I swear, I believe in. 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world

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