Write. Ok. On it.

[Daiikiru Maximillion]

Pages upon pages

archived and gatherered

where no light is shed.

Why?

Express exemplary…

Free these pennings from ego,

Bluster, or stymieing stifling.

No! Balanced and level!

Long range rifling…

Close doors and windows.

Open the skylight.

Hope that I rise

is not the same as mustering my prana

and marshalling my grammar

and abiding in my center

watching chaos spin fractal webs

of outcome, desire, regret and victory smokes.

The tapestry of this section of life…

Beyond editing…

Appreciate all aspects.

The story is riveting.

More than just a culmination of genes

or assignment to teams…

This is cleanable slate.

This The Force meets tabula rasa.

The kid could go all the way.

Or has he already?

Time will tell.

Rat or rate?

Reitirate. Will you stay true?

Will you relate or will you seek control?

The illusion of security

precludes the purity

that is free to say, “I don’t know.”

 

Daiikiru Akasha Maximillion

[K-Blao]

Glad that you are publishing your work with us fam.  Keep them coming.