#49 – I Must Say
I must say,
I’ve never had the experience-
Of touching my own soul.
Not without the safety
Of some paper off a roll.
I imagine how it would feel-
Passing through my fingers.
Delicious to the eyes,
with a trail of light that lingers.
A tint of purest blue-
casting light in all directions.
Warm to the touch,
enveloping me in its porrection.
Weightless and so graceful-
a sensation almost ethereal.
Nimble, it floats above my hands,
crafted of precious biomaterial.
Outside of my person
It allows for thoughts reflective.
A better understanding,
an improved introspective.
Without the barriers between us
I have the clearest view.
In it I observe, and discuss-
“Yes, I am… but, I am who?”
I receive precious little insight-
for some is better left unknown.
If I could comprehend all of me,
I fear myself I might disown.
Then, with the utmost care-
I would store within this shrine.
Making sure to keep it protected,
keep it safe, keep it mine.
That might be my moment,
though I doubt it will occur.
For without the safety of some paper,
things shall remain as they were.
That, I must say.
~Rambling of a Crazy Man, #49 (I Must Say)
