/ head trauma /

i grow tired of it all
and i'm growing still
in numerous directions
and all at once

the script has been flipped
and i lay unsettled
in a meadow of injustice
beneath a tree of malice

i drink from the sea of seclusion
and live in the town of temptation
my release is what you read
my me is what you see

the obvious is hidden beneath
a thick cloud of ignorance
but can be blown away
with a breath of thought

the nirvanna can be found
and solidified
through realization?
autonomy?