Striving Through The Pain To Pins And Needles. Poetics Arts.

Feeling all those pinches and pines! Stress and strain of life under those current social conditions, yearn for the change! Charge forward! Even though it can feel at times it's a sad and stricken state! Still I don't lose track, don't go back.

Those stress symptoms helping to remember to not let the smug, smugness, or smugger get us!! Flipping out, getting quite flippant! The smog from the forest fires, the shortness of breath, my wounds heal now at a slower pace, must take extra care.

Getting outta here to the next cut scene. Some sort of transformation where I feel like a different person. Learned from the mistakes and know when plastic culture oppresses me. To fight back, even when tired, maybe somewhat delirious. My solid soul still intact, goals in minds eye, on track. Making movement, moves, grooves, articulations. Don't stop the wicked vibe. The interest in life.

The tantalising morphed tangible hope against false hope. First we know hope is not a plan but it can be a start! In order I must step out. To no longer feel holed in and to know I belong more than just fitting in. No rejection for I feel good in my own skin. Even if I were to be skinned alive I would laugh out loud! Not trying to be hard, justice proud! Douse in flames the haze rituals of the insane.