I Just Happen To Spit Out Word Fire by Margarita Cavazos
I just happen to spit out word fire.
Not for hire,
But rather to inspire.
From my inner being,
To your inner being.
So hop a train.
Ride my mental plane.
Escape your squared mind.
Find something new to acclaim.
Beyond what you have became.
Ain’t no sane or insane.
You are living in a holographic time frame.
I’m sympathetic to your synaptic membranes.
This life is a game.
One in which we manifest.
It’s a test.
A quest.
Duck duck goose at best.
A house of love lay encrested in my chest.
Fresh breath of air!
Shifting view;
Thoughtful images caressed.
I see sequences.
Patterns like Fibonacci spirals of existence.
Mirror- images sometimes accompanied by eureka-like persistence.
Admittance of clairaudience connected by cognizance.
Never fully explainable,
Henceforth, word sustenance.
Poem originally written on 4/24/12
