i will rise at nautilus teachings

flat
flat

i
am
flat…
still…
without
emotion…
i
am
watercolors
without
pigment…
i
am
the
sun
without
the
heat,
the
eerie
calm
that
precedes
a
hurricane…
i
am
between,
in
the middle
i
am
a
dead
floater…
laughing
makes
me
cry,
speaking
empties
me,
running
numbs
me
i
am
outstretched,
sealed
without
joy…

so many footprints
so many footprints

i
am
fragmented
chunks
of
pigmentation
staining
the
gashes
of
consciousness…
i
am
the
night sky
without
stars…
i
was
exposed
to the
exhaust
of
reference
melded with
malicious
shameful
expression
erupting
from
the
sass
of
sophomoric
moronic
self-centered
lips
which
have
no
merit
yet still
condem
ignorantly
convinced
distortion
conveys
truth…

flight
flight

yet
from
the
ashes
i
will
rise
buoyed
by
my
faith
resting
in
the
palm
of
God’s
hand…