You come to me in the Dreamtime slipping between the veil of what is and what shall never be, stirring my restlessness, a bittersweet reminder
Some say I’m away – spun out of control: the dissolution of so many years of denial. With restlessness I circle male species, perspective skewed
Set me on the open road, encourage me to cross borders; I am hungry for knowledge, to hear a higher calling. Cannot tolerate chained-to- chairs
What mysteries lie in ancestral roots, what clues to illuminate the dysfunction that permeated our familial ties, cursed us with a pervasive sense of perversity?
Onramp for freedom is just ahead but all considered, I will not push forward, am fragile, misinterpret signs. Add to it isolation – who can
Descending into the mythical, entranced, supported by the severity of this current difficulty call it fantasy, but attempting movement is destroying my passage I am