i read it today, twice
one after the other,
like hungry breaths after an escape.
Thirsty still,
i looked over the yawning words,
desperate to be revealed,
a steady light shown on,
gentle words to preen and pick,
a soothing voice to call its name.
a hand strong and soft to sooth the
wild phrases turning every which way.
"renegade" it says.
escaping from what they know to create your own.
people can raise a finger but that will be all.
exception, an idea in their throat they long to purge
and allow to roam away.
that's you.
so i read it again to digress their protest.
simple letters in a row.
black white
spaced/un
the same language in a different tone
the same motion but sideways
the same girl but prismatically unobstructed.