My body knows it’s coming
I know because each vertebra
Shouts: “Crack!”
As I drop down
Surrendering like a swan
Into my rag-doll yoga pose
I am
like a rag-doll
with nothing
left in me
but the shredded
fabric of colors
I brought to their table
my back is exposed
ready for whipping
Isn’t it sick I expect inquisition?
Yet its called affirming
discerning
journeying
WITH
me?
The process is GOOD for me
yet its refined grinding of the Spirit
with a scent of lawlessness
and like the lawful
allowed under our noses.
I cracked
under pressure
I am not fit, just yet
We need to break you down a little more.
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