It is fatal to be a man
or a woman- pure and simple.
One most be a womanly man
or a manly woman.
Be honest!
Can’t lead the soul,
one must follow its journey.
Allow it to be unhinged, squeaky
like a barn door after usage
and abuse. The soul, unhinge it
from the demands of the flesh vessels.
Leave the material world
don’t be materialistic but celestial, moon-like
One face, same face
varied in luminance and darkness
as celestial beings coincide.
Labyrinth,
twist and turn from the static macho
and powder puff cardboard molds.
Fear spreads like ivy in your chest
attempting to smother growth.
And if on the eve of the journey fate wills
that you should run an iron nail into your foot
Spurn the PAIN!
Limp along, don’t crawl away, seek out nurturance
from others; fire eaters, fire walkers, the knife swallowers
who have crossed the same terrain.
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